Lyrical Breakdown of Big Bizness - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Three 6 Mafia weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Big Bizness" 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 Three 6 Mafia 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 Three 6 Mafia's narrative.

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Gon' roast this fool I'm breaking the law on this bitch ass, broke ass Nigga that's talkin' that bullshit Run across these hundred shots, trick, I'mma leave you wet Thank you for your tapes I sold Thanks for buying my Ox and Vogues You're welcome to this bullet, ho I owe you somethin'? You smoking that dope Triple Six don't love your ass You'll never know who was under the mask From when I blast, point at your back Once it's full, I spit on your ass Buckin' em down, runnin', ya cocksucker, will not save you Free rappin', money lackin', while I'm stackin' (fuck you) DJ Paul (Killaman) Big boy thangs (when I aim) GB (broke mane) Triple Six (havin' thangs) Smoke of a killa to shield the bud You know it's down, I show you no love None forgivin' him, none of the above Lucifer telling me "Tear the club up" Murderer, servin' a nigga that's known as Prophessor (I heard he tried to diss you, Paul) I cocked my Glock and said, "What?" You got more miles on your feet than I got on my Chevy You slippin up, probably beggin' for them paybacks, man, you slow down It's big business, it's big business, bitch It's big business, it's big business, bitch (fake gangsta) It's big business, it's big business, bitch It's big business, it's big business, bitch (fake gangsta) It's big business, it's big business, bitch It's big business, it's big business, bitch (fake gangsta) It's big business, it's big business, bitch It's big business, it's big business, bitch (fake gangsta) Killa, killa, killa Murderer, murderer, murderer Killa, killa, killa Murderer, murderer, murderer Yeah, yeah, yeah mane, fuck that shit Man, Screw that shit for all my niggas in Texas, mane Know what I'm saying Know what I'm saying We finna get higher than a motherfucker in this bitch, mane Smoked out and fried Yeah, slipped out up in this bi'r'ch Murderer, murderer, murderer Killa, killa, killa Murderer, murderer, murderer Killa, killa, killa Murderer, murderer, murderer Killa, killa, killa Murderer, murderer, murderer Killa, killa, killa Murderer, murderer, murderer Killa