Lyrical Breakdown of 25 To Life - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "25 To Life" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "25 To 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 The Game 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 The Game's narrative.

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I was sentenced to a 5 album deal in '02 Spent the next couple years trying to figure out who was who Met this New York nigga they called him Boo Boo So we chopped it on the yard and he put me down with his crew We was the hardest niggas in the penitentiary Got a little bigger since Jimmy Iovine sentenced me Sat back in my cell and wrote The Documentary I ain't make no friends in jail, just enemies A lot of bad memories, fucked up tendencies Even bumped heads with this Young Buck from Tennessee Say he got connects in Nashville got them 10 a key Shit, we finna see, nigga knew I been a G Never needed The Unit, that's how them niggas remembered me Yo c.o. coming I'm a holla in a minute B Niggas on the yard tripping, I ain't got the energy Had a couple jail fights them niggas couldn't finish me 25 to life No fucking corona Just animals in this bitch and I ain't trusting a soul So while I'm up in here I might as well make the best of it And pray to the lord he take care of the rest of it 25 to life Got me feeling like I'm stuck Only reason I survived because I don't give a fuck Nothing but bad luck And I ain't never cried a tear Never going home, nigga fuck around and die here I'm getting sick and tired of these newcomers I've been locked up for more than a few summers Still gotta do numbers, still gotta do numbers Looking at pictures of Keri Hilson on the wall Dick hard as a cucumber Relax my mind, hit the yard and shoot a few jumpers Really wanna shoot something, who the fuck wanna do something This [?] named [?] Told me I was the hardest nigga to ever hit the yard Since Pac was on Death Row I'm about to go fuck with my niggas on D block Cause he know what to do when these niggas be taking cheap shots Ask a nigga how long he got, he said about 9 Then we start having conversations about Shyne Homie just got out, shit it's about time We click cause he about his and nigga I'm about mine So not near a nigga here can talk about Shyne and Lil Wayne neither Get your pussy ass outlined 25 to life No fucking corona Just animals in this bitch and I ain't trusting a soul So while I'm up in here I might as well make the best of it And pray to the lord he take care of the rest of it 25 to life Got me feeling like I'm stuck Only reason I survived because I don't give a fuck Nothing but bad luck And I ain't never cried a tear Never going home, nigga fuck around and die here Niggas ain't stopping me Especially with me and my nigga [?] state property I could feel it in the air Niggas up in here is scared Niggas up in here is queers Niggas up in here is dead I think you a c.o I think you a fed Snitches get stitches that's the type of shit we do in here Who the fuck is you in here You fucking with a killer Better have a lion heart fucking with a dealer Reputations get ruined here play the game to win Guns, I pack 10, the UCLA Bruin here None of you fresh fish niggas couldn't do a year Let alone a life sentence I know R&B niggas harder than ya'll Nigga Lyfe Jennings Lloyd tried to rob my bank and got his fucking life ended Now that I think about it dog, I'm starting to like prison Next niggas get out of line I stick my knife in them 25 to life No fucking corona Just animals in this bitch and I ain't trusting a soul So while I'm up in here I might as well make the best of it And pray to the lord he take care of the rest of it 25 to life Got me feeling like I'm stuck Only reason I survived because I don't give a fuck Nothing but bad luck And I ain't never cried a tear Never going home, nigga fuck around and die here