Lyrical Breakdown of P Fiction - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "P Fiction" 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 "P Fiction" 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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Hit-Boy
I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (gangsta)
I'm a Laker, I'm a warrior, I'm a pacer
I'm like a piston with the pistols, heh
Stay on a mission with the missiles
I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (gangsta)
I'm shot calling in this Chevy, out here caking
I'm like a piston with the pistols, heh
Stay on a mission with the missiles
I'm a menace, I'm a thug, I'm a gangsta
I cut that house arrest shit straight up off my ankles
Fuck the feds for taking twenty from my uncle
And fuck whoever thought 'cause he was dolo they could punk him
Always keep a .38 where you can't P it
Keep a couple Dracos, couple bricks, couple liters
Niggas act hungry, I'ma fill up and feed 'em
Do 'em like a predator, gut him out and bleed 'em
My dad had a heart, but he was heartless
Showed me how to chip, a nigga cordless
Taught me how to cook a nigga carcass
And he gon' see the pound if he keep with all that barking
Keep a blower, Nintendo cartridge
Roll a nigga body up in dope spot carpet
Take 'em up to 14 in a six-trey
And spread his ass around like he a mixtape
I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (gangsta)
I'm a Laker, I'm a warrior, I'm a pacer
I'm like a piston with the pistols, heh
Stay on a mission with the missiles
I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (gangsta)
I'm shot calling in this Chevy, out here caking
I'm like a piston with the pistols, heh
Stay on a mission with the missiles
On Cedar, the West Coast mine, nigga
I've been out here on a 20-year grind, nigga
It ain't a weak bone in my spine, nigga
Call my name, I show up every time
Same hood, same line (whoa)
If I bang your phone, you bang mine (whoa)
It ain't shit in this city I can't find
I don't know you, nigga, so we gon' swap at the same time
I'm chunkin' up gang signs, we slide for the same slime
All I see is mamas droppin' to knees and babies cryin'
It's a thin line between love and death
When you on the grind, it's all about cause and effect
Fuck a sorry, fuck a promise, shit be faulty, almost lost it
Niggas hardly recognize how much this fucked life be costin'
Life is cheap, five racks put you right to bleed
Got blood in this grave for half a ki', uh
It never snows in Southern California
Fuck around and we'll stank a nigga
But Hit said be bol', so I planked the nigga
He walked away with his life, he better thank a nigga
And this pen ain't for no raps, I'll shank a nigga
Carve 'em like my escape route, Shawshank a nigga
So cut with all that acting 'fore I bank a nigga
He ain't Leon, and I ain't no Franklin, nigga
I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (gangsta)
I'm a Laker, I'm a warrior, I'm a pacer
I'm like a piston with the pistols, heh
Stay on a mission with the missiles
I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (gangsta)
I'm shot calling in this Chevy, out here caking
I'm like a piston with the pistols, heh
Stay on a mission with the missiles
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Game what's brackin'-brackin'?
You finally pulled up huh?
Bring it on in, blood
L-Gang, L-Gang, L-Gang
Bompton to Dena, nigga
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Unstoppable, nigga
B-Team