Lyrical Breakdown of Ain’t Nut’in Personal - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ain’t Nut’in Personal" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Snoop Dogg weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ain’t Nut’in Personal" 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 Snoop Dogg 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 Snoop Dogg's narrative.

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Kill, kill, kill How many killas you got on your motherfuckin' payroll? Snoop Dogg, C-Murder and Silkk the Shocker No Limit I'm a rider, ride with G's and shift ki's Overseas by the threes, keep an eye on my enemies Snoop and Silkk in the back of the 'llac With the AK's, limousine tint for the infared Motherfuckers gonna die tonight That's why I smoke weed, get high tonight I'm a No Limit soldier with Trues, Chats and Bloods I went to jail four years for moving bundles of drugs Murder, murder, kill, kill if you put me in danger I ain't trippin' on eliminatin' no stranger I'm a tank representer 'til I'm history Makin' playa haters into a muthafuckin' memory So throw 'em up if you a soldier As Snoop Dogg pass the motherfuckin' doja, huh I know y'all motherfuckers feel me C-Murder ain't gon' die 'til a motherfucker kill me Kill, kill, kill Murder, murder, murder Ain't nothin' personal, Junior C It's all about respect Kill, kill, kill (And then ya) Murder, murder, murder I'm never caught slippin', keep my heat on deck Kill, kill, kill Murder, murder, murder Ain't nothin' personal, Junior C It's all about respect Kill, kill, kill (And then ya) Murder, murder, murder I'm never caught slippin', keep my heat on deck Now, how many niggas you know That can fuck around and die and come back Then get hooked up with the number one label in rap, like that? Shit, I can't be duplicated but I'm highly playa hated And I been reinstated I thank God that I finally made it Faded many niggas just to get one mack Remember, I'm that young nigga That put gangsta rap on the map Never craps, only five deuces I mix that Moet White Star with them orange juices I hang out with real niggas Like Silkk and C-Murder True niggas, do niggas Like you niggas Ghetto ass, lower class, never hesitate to blast And I'm so serious about my hustle, I gots to have my cash Can you imagine if I was broke? Shit, I wouldn't be bustin' no raps I'd have my strap pointed up at they throat Takin' all your hoes, your gold, and your cars 'Cause big Snoop Dogg ain't no motherfuckin' rap star See, I'm a gangsta and you are not And you a sucker, my name's not Rock I'm draped in my army fatigues, blowing on green trees In the Navigator and keep the heat for them paper haters Kill, kill, kill Murder, murder, murder Ain't nothin' personal, Junior C It's all about respect Kill, kill, kill (And then ya) Murder, murder, murder I'm never caught slippin', keep my heat on deck Kill, kill, kill Murder, murder, murder Ain't nothin' personal, Junior C It's all about respect Kill, kill, kill (And then ya) Murder, murder, murder I'm never caught slippin', keep my heat on deck Now look, it's murder, murder, murder And it's kill, kill, kill Shit real, stay strapped 'Cause caps do get peeled And momma always told me Shit, you ain't tryin' to ride for the cause I done died for the cause And you know I'm a motherfuckin' soldier No Limit tat on my back, so much money 'cause I'm a motherfuckin' fool Hah, show me love 'cause I'm a gangsta, we thugs, I make moves Told y'all I was comin' out hard I was comin' out large Fuck these niggas, God damn, the man up in the paint Look, everybody comin' out stars See, now me, Silkk and Snoop in the coupe, conversatin' 'bout loot I told the nigga rap shit is bad, I blast 'fore I ask shit, I shoot Just a young nigga thinkin' 'bout raisin' hell and makin' mail You a trip, I told y'all I'm doin' shit on bail, hah, it's cool Back up, nigga, it's the shit that explain this shit like drugs That's how a nigga gon' be hangin' like Get to bangin' this shit like it was Crips and Bloods (Kill, kill, kill) Strapped up in my fatigues, can't hold me down Don't even trip no more, Snoop, nigga, you a soldier now So what you think, bitch? For this tank, bitch, I stay puttin' in work Now get No Limit tat on my motherfuckin' forehead If I ain't do so much dirt I'm ridin', bitch Kill, kill, kill Murder, murder, murder Ain't nothin' personal, Junior C It's all about respect Kill, kill, kill (And then ya) Murder, murder, murder I'm never caught slippin', keep my heat on deck Kill, kill, kill