Lyrical Breakdown of Hope You Niggas Sleep (feat. Hot Boys & Big Tmer) - 2005 Remaster - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Notorious B.I.G. feat. Hot Boys & Big Tymers weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hope You Niggas Sleep (feat. Hot Boys & Big Tmer) - 2005 Remaster" 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 Notorious B.I.G. feat. Hot Boys & Big Tymers employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Check the pain I inflict, like a convict the Fulton digger Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with no chaser Watch me erase ya, misplace ya Put you in the back with the derelicts, yeah, I pop plenty s*** Chump, I'm making hits, no time for the crack rock and s*** Took it to another level Now I'm getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree Of the B I G G I E, you know it's me Hoes I thought you know I'm smooth as a babies ass Smooth as Teddy Pendegrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass The Brooklyn born Teflon don, wrecking shop Getting props, proving nobody drops Words as potent as the blunt smoking Bed-Stuy bandit And n****s just can't understand it I bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock And Clinton, you know my s*** is hitting Yeah ya'll a fly n****, Biggie Smalls Kicking flavor, make a n**** wanna dig up in they drawers For the burner, catch a body, I got styles like karate Jujitsu, when I hit you then I split you like a cantaloupe Hope you got a rope to hang yourself I rob for self from Brooklyn, where else? Fat like a Lexus coupe, I'll rip your troop Not even Lois Lnae could get the scoop What you think I'm stupid, my crew is mad deep I hope you n****s sleep I throw a bomb through you window Burn you up and your h** I catch your mama going to therapy And cut her throat You lil' sister walking home from school I abduct her, then I f*** her I hit ya park close up with the Louisville Slugger BGeezy is the h*****, ignorant motherf***er I was taught how to bust heads by the best head busters Cluckers, you know I got'em 2 for 1 my n**** I'm on V.L. if you want me, get some my n****, come on Thuggin' is my thing, if I'm beefing I'm bangin' Slanging, it's in my nature, gotta be about my paper Haters, I don't like 'em, b****es, I don't trust 'em N****s, I can't stand 'em, I creep down and pluck 'em Strap say in my hand, I gotta protect mine N****s trying to pull it off, pop goes the nine That's how it gotta be in these uptown streets And a n**** like me, I play the game for keep I remember when n****z slang heroin up in balloons I paid attention to everything, from killings to cartoons Got a picture of Malcolm X on the wall in my room B**** On some ol' n**** f*** wit me I'ma do 'em s*** N**** give me dope, I accept it but don't respect him Put my foot in they rectum right after I dome check 'em I be popping D, smoking weed, and full of that Hennessey Fresh off the streets on my way to the penitentiary Everybody whisper in ears when they gone mention me I been out doing it for years, since elementary Real good relationship with guns and drugs Because my whole neighborhood consist of crook and thugs Everything is my own s*** cause I don't f*** with scrubs I don't need you harassing me when I'm up in the club Trying to hustle a n****, asking me for a dub Quarter, ki's, and halfs is what I sling â€~cause that's what I love I know you b****es know that I ain't to be played with Dont have no picks and chooses who get they head split They die quick, f***in' with Turk, wodie get whacked Spend a bin with Kevin and Randy leave ya flat on you back And trust that, ain't 'bout to let no n**** steal me F*** that, I bust back with 223 Big and full of that raw with no cut and be ready to creep Innocent people move 'cause somebody fix'n to get split Na, na, it's iceberg shorty, Lordy have mercy Come from under my shirts and flip 'em and reverse 'em I'm coming so alert them â€~fore I hurt them, Desert Eagle bursting You haven't seen the worst And I'm right near you and my gun blast quick, dog Could kill you so run, dash, get gone Wodies movin slow around this time they got bricks dog I ain't got bricks dog, n**** break it off, what Un huh, B.I.G. with the Cash Money Millionaires, forever Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Manny Fresh Slim, CEO, and me P. Diddy, B.I.G, Born Again And we won't stop, get money n****s