Lyrical Breakdown of War With Us - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "War With Us" 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 "War With Us" 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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Like Thisssss... How many niggas wanna go to war wit us How many niggas really think they can hang wit us How could you sleep on the thugs when the thugs dont sleep BeCause we keep in the street 7 days a week nigga (X2) (Dj Paul) Let me tell you bout these monkey ass niggas All up in my grill Niggas clamin they down on my side but they Aint on the real Smilin in my face Behind my back They tryin ta get my raps This ole wannabe nigga I bet I slice you like a fuckin snappa Up in the streets You lookin good Its because of me Keep it in mind without the sixth You would never be A nigga hit me for the 10-4 I hit a 10-4 On my walkie-talkie Them niggas ask me what Im in fo I said I need a nigga heart ta Stop beatin We playin the same game But these motha fuckas cheap brah I treat this mother fuckin nigger fair And In return what I get The nigga try to cut my fuckin share And to find out He down wit cowards in the first Think Im talkin bout you We writin a fuckin verse Maybe I am nigga Nigga maybe Im not But if you think I am You guilty Feel the fuckin buckshot How many niggas wanna go to war wit us How many niggas really think they can hang wit us How could you sleep on the thugs when the thugs dont sleep Because we keep in the street 7 days a week nigga (X2) (Lord Infamous) This shit we gettin cause We focus We watch the dopest We get ta smokin Like molten The niggas hopin But cannot cope With ths loakest Eletric wit 60, 000 volts Its ferocious To get trocious So take notes Its provokive You think we jokin Hocus-Pokus You open The foo was scopin Catch a pump If ya dont keep That nigga hard wit ya Cut off ya door Cut cha throat Tie ya bed His kids will with us when we roll Take that boy All his stuff Nigga you dont hear me though Got the score setteled Lord Infamous- Scarecrow Gun play, anda le Bodies in my chevrolet Sunday through Monday I wanna let guns spray Tear da club up Three-Six Mafia Nigga Time ta make the gas In the rainy ass beaker Its on Its a scam Wit a frown Make you put down Frown town Never was Never Was they punk When they fuckin say it How many niggas wanna go to war wit us How many niggas really think they can hang wit us How could you sleep on the thugs when the thugs dont sleep Because we keep in the street 7 days a week nigga (X2) (Juicy J) Rule number 1 Never steal from the Juice Rule number 2 When you cross then your through Rule number 3 I cant see you when its dark Rule number 4 Is that nigga ridin in the car Rule if you think a nigga playin wit you hoe Then stick it to the streets Cause real niggas often roll And if I got a knife Then theres gonna be some fuckin killins Like if they talkin hard Leave em hangin from the ceiling And if you aint involved Dont you get yourself involved Cause hardest lookin niggas That I know Always pullin guns Comin up in the game I had to watch my back Cause niggas want the rymes They fuck my stack Them jackers jack Some people say how I won a fuckin gold plat And I still pack a strap I make a phone call To the thugs They be shootin Crap And do What I tell them To do Lets make these guns clap Nigga How, how, how, how... How many niggas wanna go to war wit us How many niggas really think they can hang wit us How could you sleep on the thugs when the thugs dont sleep Because we keep in the street 7 days a week nigga (X4)