Lyrical Breakdown of Shoot Up Da Club - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shoot Up Da Club" 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 "Shoot Up Da Club" 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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Nigga, North, North niggas ain't buyin' that shit Nigga, South Memphis niggas ain't buyin' that shit Nigga, West Memphis niggas ain't buyin' that shit Nigga, East Memphis niggas ain't buyin' that shit Nigga, North, North niggas ain't buyin' that shit Nigga, South Memphis niggas ain't buyin' that shit Nigga, West Memphis niggas ain't buyin' that shit Nigga, East Memphis niggas ain't buyin' that shit Nigga Ain't no ho up in me, nigga Bitch, stay outta my fuckin' way Ain't no ho up in me, nigga Bitch, stay outta my fuckin' way Ain't no ho up in me, nigga Bitch, stay outta my fuckin' way Ain't no ho up in me, nigga Bitch, stay outta my fuckin' way I went to the club, fuckin' with a scrub Wanna tote pistols and smoke bud Went inside, just for a minute He was like Popeye, he had to eat a spinach Then the police, they had to get in it Just my luck, my windows wasn't tinted Security soft, he'll put the dope in his Ass before his main, he shoulda got choked It's a late Sunday night, I'm at the club posted up Got them things in the car, you get wrong and you're fucked Kinda drunk, kinda high, on the edge, so don't try it Show your ass in the club, when you leave, you gon' die Best to dip 'fore I dip, please don't let me leave first When you come out, it's like summer when I let the heat burst Put you under these earth, you gon' swear you need church Shoot a verse up out the club, you the one that bleed first Ain't no ho up in me, nigga Bitch, stay outta my fuckin' way Ain't no ho up in me, nigga Bitch, stay outta my fuckin' way Ain't no ho up in me, nigga Bitch, stay outta my fuckin' way Ain't no ho up in me, nigga Bitch, stay outta my fuckin' way Run up in this motherfucker, shoot it up from roof to floor Make the bullets scatter through the crowd and hit 'em head to toe Where they'll stop, nobody knows, that's the beauty part of it You mad about the drama we inflict, but bitch, you started it I roll with HCP and that's the only gang I claim Think I ain't serious about this? Bitch, it's tatted in my veins And that's for life, get your shit right Before you get fucked up to start a fight Get your clique tight before you hit the club I spit the facts and that's for real And I ain't just runnin' my mouth Once them bullets start rippin', I bet your clique run to your house Now you're all alone with a bunch of killers in a empty building Shoulda listened to this song before you left your wife and children Pay attention, maybe livin' can be worked into your schedule PlayerHation got you waitin' to be dancin' with the devil Life is crazy when you tamper with the ones that keep ya float Keep your ears and eyes open, and don't forget to guard your throat Bitch Ain't no ho up in me, nigga Bitch, stay outta my fuckin' way Ain't no ho up in me, nigga Bitch, stay outta my fuckin' way Ain't no ho up in me, nigga Bitch, stay outta my fuckin' way Ain't no ho up in me, nigga Bitch, stay outta my fuckin' way Memphis niggas tear your motherfuckin' spot up Memphis niggas buckin' AKs, burn the block up Yeah, we be wild as a fool in the courthouse But in the club, we hear them claca-claca things out Man, this shit ain't funny 'cause niggas need money And club owners makin' all the cash, gimme some I'm ridin' down Public, it's a club to my left A little mixed joint, I think I'll jock one by myself Now, when they talk about Memphis and who represent it They talk about the Hypnotize Boyz and the Grizzlies A lot of rappers in my city want my crown But they ain't sold no records and they pockets ain't round The only thing they take in rap is Reynolds The only new cars that they ride is rentals I got three houses in Memphis and one in Florida A condo in Cali, bitch, can you afford us? Hell naw Ain't no ho up in me, nigga Bitch, stay outta my fuckin' way Ain't no ho up in me, nigga Bitch, stay outta my fuckin' way Ain't no ho up in me, nigga Bitch, stay outta my fuckin' way Ain't no ho up in me, nigga Bitch, stay outta my fuckin' way Nigga, North, North niggas ain't buyin' that shit Nigga, South Memphis niggas ain't buyin' that shit Nigga, West Memphis niggas ain't buyin' that shit Nigga, East Memphis niggas ain't buyin' that shit Nigga, North, North niggas ain't buyin' that shit Nigga, South Memphis niggas ain't buyin' that shit Nigga, West Memphis niggas ain't buyin' that shit Nigga, East Memphis niggas ain't buyin' that shit, nigga