Lyrical Breakdown of Ya Money Or Ya Life - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ya Money Or Ya Life" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Scarface weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ya Money Or Ya Life" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Scarface employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Scarface's narrative.
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One up for the hustlers and two times for the mathematics
Long as I can grind, I'm scratchin'
Stackin', 'cause money's got a funny way of findin'
Your ass this comin' out your account when you start the climbin'
And blindly got you on a major chase for paper
And now you got your eyes on my vault tryin' to take my paper
The vapors will leave niggas wit dreams to face Satan
I'm pacin' with infa-red beams just waitin'
Hatin' and I don't cause the conversation
He spoke wit his killer but now he's got to face him
Racin', 'cause off in these streets you ain't promised tomorrow
So if you bring pain I bring sorrow
I warn you ain't never been down to die slowly
Surely I got niggas down to die for me
You owe me and I want it all and that's that
Bitch you got to pay wit your life not scratch
Don't want no money
I want your life
Don't want no money
I want your life
We straight niggas roll subtracters gettin' down ain't no factor
We just like boys in the hood wit no actors
Jack, you got niggas dow to come find you
And heat your ass up and leave your yesterdays behind you
Remind you a niggas definition means killa
If he out of paper, he gots to go bring the skrilla
Stretch you ain't never seen drama like I can bring it
I'll wet you and leave you face down for no reason
I seen it, ain't many ways that you can change it
I'm dangerous, society got me stamped so I'm gon' blame it
Aimin' and if you cal cannin' at the planet
Stampin' any muther fucker left standin' is stranded
And I want it all and that's that
Bitch you got to play wit your life not scratch
Don't want no money
I want your life
Don't want no money
I want your life
If any nigga at the top of his game then you can't hate him
Just watch for niggas who thinkin' they game but they can't fade him
I'll cross spray you, you makin' your moves and I'll spray you
I promise the same promise that the game promise
When mutha fuckers step on my turf I bring drama
How dare you niggas flip the grip check
I'll leave you shipwrecked in the valley of death dry wit your shit wet
I'm down to die for my shit I'll put the hood on it
I got my balls on this shit that puts the wood on it
I got this strap, I call the mind changer
I'm more for realer than the shit that I kick when I feel that I'm danger
I'll leave your family wit a fuck you note
Where the fuck you wrote
You pay wit your life now fuck you broke
Don't want no money
I want your life
Don't want no money
I want your life
Don't want no money
I want your life
Don't want no money
I want your life
Don't want no money
I want your life
Don't want no money
I want your life
Don't want no money