Lyrical Breakdown of Bullet With Your Name On It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bullet With Your Name On It" 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 "Bullet With Your Name On It" 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 got a bullet with your name on it You 'bout to have a hoodie with a motherfucking stain on it Dashboard with your brain on it, motherfucking bitch You worried bitch nigga, tell yo mama put a frame on it Know it's murder, if The Game on it Irv Gotti with the flame on it I'm in the coupe, know the roof and it smell like Mary Jane, don't it? Balmain crew neck, and Zanottis with the chain on it Goddamn, I'm the motherfucking man Tote drums like a motherfucking band So fly, I don't know where to land So fly, motherfucking Peter Pan You put the city on your back like a motherfucking tat' Damn nigga, you can stand where I stand You can eat where I eat I got a house on the beach but I run these streets 100 grand every week 10 mil in the safe, so you know where I sleep Put a pillow by the combo Bare arms like Mutombo Ears to the street like Dumbo High school on El Segundo So you ain't gotta ask where I'm from though Hit the corner on Cedar, polo beater Run up on a nigga like pronto Run up on a nigga like Wingstop Lemon pepper wings when the motherfucking beam hot Got the molly, got the white and the lean locked Selling dreams on my grandmama grandpop I got a bullet with your name on it You 'bout to have a hoodie with a motherfucking stain on it Dashboard with your brain on it I got a bullet with your name on it Know it's murder, if The Game on it Goddamn, I'm the motherfucking man Got a bullet with your name on it Know it's murder, if The Game on it I got a bullet with your name on it You know what the fuck be pissing me off? That other motherfuckers think they run my block Nigga, this my block, nigga I don't give a fuck who on this motherfucker Grannies, kids, nigga old people, dogs, cats I don't give a fuck when I'm walking through the block Nigga everybody moving You don't understand, nigga This is my motherfucking block Anything can die, nigga We killing motherfucking flowers, nigga We killin' air, we'll put bullet holes in clouds Niggas gon' move when we coming down the block Get the fuck off that stoop! I'm a fucking alcoholic I'm on Rosecrans & Central In the Tam's drive thru And I got murder on my mental Lord please forgive me Please forgive me I say Lord please forgive me Please forgive me You with the shit? Then you gotta show me you with the shit, nigga Jump off that fuckin' stoop, hit the fuckin' gate, nigga Grab your burners, it's time to go to war Nigga, it's a block war, it's my motherfuckin' block It ain't yours, yours, his, hers, it ain't nobodies but mine! If you wanna stay on this motherfuckin' block, you standing behind me And I grip this motherfuckin' trigger and I Start giving it to niggas like UGH! UGH! UGH! I got a bullet with your name on it You 'bout to have a hoodie with a motherfucking stain on it Dashboard with your brain on it I got a bullet with your name on it Know it's murder, if The Game on it Goddamn, I'm the motherfucking man Got a bullet with your name on it Know it's murder, if The Game on it I got a bullet with your name on it Can't nobody stop what the fuck i'm doing Lay that shit the fuck down, everybody get down, Nigga, ah! You don't want none of this shit, nigga! I'll give a nigga the whole fuckin' clip Every motherfuckin' round in this motherfucker you can get. I'm breaking windows, I'm tearing hinges off of fuckin doors. I'm flipping motherfuckin cars, trucks, ambulances This is my motherfuckin block! Lay it down! I got a bullet with your name on it You 'bout to have a hoodie with a motherfucking stain on it Dashboard with your brain on it I got a bullet with your name on it Know it's murder, if The Game on it Goddamn, I'm the motherfucking man Got a bullet with your name on it Know it's murder, if The Game on it I got a bullet with your name on it