Lyrical Breakdown of Gettin Real Buck - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gettin Real Buck" 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 "Gettin Real Buck" 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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Yeah it's going down, we ain't playin' with ya Three 6 Mafia Yeah, we gettin' fucked up We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up We gettin' fucked up,we gettin' fucked up We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up We gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up We gettin' fucked up, chicka-blicka-yaa Josey Scott Sometimes I feel I'm flying Sometimes I feel like I'm dying Maybe the world is against me Maybe the world thinks I'm crazy Sometimes I feel like I'm moving Sometimes I feel like I'm losing Maybe the world is against me Maybe the world is a lie (Maybe the world is a lie) We gettin' fucked up 1: DJ Paul I'm wild as hell Straight up out the hood I bail I'm a crazy mother fucker but I do it well Sometimes I even believe I'm still alive Stayin' fly I can't drive fifty-five Like [Hay-ga?] I got a cigar rolled tight I'm a stunt man sipping on syrup and Sprite I got that act right medicine from my doc (Whats sup) Loritab ten milligrams that I pop yeah (What sup) 2:Juicy J Walk up in the club like a thug get your ass kicked Step off in the parking lot and leave in a casket Acting like a scary coward giggling and laughing Let me hit the Purple Kush Hurry up and pass it Yeah they call me Juicy J, a Three 6 Mafia bandit Got to ride on twenty fours and something with a candy Ounce of that green and a fifth of liquor brandy A AK-47 on my lap I keep it handy 3:Project Pat I'm the wildest one The wildest one Mask on my face in my lap's a gun In ya back seat bring heat to ya avenue Dump on ya verse that's what Project Pat'll do Riding in a hearse cause ya came with an attitude Then it's disperse from the gauge that'll rattle you Smoke so much trying to come with a cross move To this lunatic house [?] when I toss you Josey Scott Sometimes I feel I'm flying Sometimes I feel like I'm dying Maybe the world is against me Maybe the world thinks I'm crazy Sometimes I feel like I'm moving Sometimes I feel like I'm losing Maybe the world is against me Maybe the world is a lie Outro Maybe the world is a lie We gettin' fucked up Fades Out