Lyrical Breakdown of Homicide (feat. Doe B) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Homicide (feat. Doe B)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how T.I. weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Homicide (feat. Doe B)" 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 T.I. employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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I'm still Doe B bitch, so what the fuck is up Got yo' ho' on my dick, whole town on my nuts I got keys on the streets, I got shooters in the cut Talkin' bout beefing with me, a 62 will get you touched Man these niggas small fries, choppers come in all size Don't associate with pigs, snitch get your hog tied In that bubblized Benz, gave your bitch the frog guide Fish Bowl, no tent, let her see a nigga shine Make a bitch go blind, tell your bitch gold eye Got 'er sucking my dick right before show time Out flooded on my wrist, spot the brick on mine Checking out my Rollie watch and said it's yo' time I am killin' these niggas, I am killin' these niggas Paralyzed to the fake game, feelin' these niggas Satisfied with the hate, I'm to real for these niggas Rest in peace Pimp C, that's chinchilla, lil nigga And nigga we don't let the drama slide (the drama slide) You try me there gon' be a homicide (a homicide) Found my churching in my mama lies (on my mama lies) Try us this gon' be a homicide (a homicide) And nigga we don't let the drama slide (the drama slide) You try me there gon' be a homicide (a homicide) Found my churching in my mama lies (on my mama lies) Try us this gon' be a homicide (a homicide) Blood on the chain, I collected the check My team come down for the shooters, bet chop of the neck (bop, bop) It ain't the threat, it's what happens out to get the respect (fight me nigga) I'm the rant of the town, nigga humbling down I just bought my new P.J., to fly them gunners in town Man I'm the pick of my homie, ask your O.G. he know me Go hit a lick for the 40, bust it down with a homie Only if the nigga where knowin' We where holdin' more than we showin' If they violate, we gonna go in there And make his family mourn, god bless, let em rest, as I die-gret We the bank roll mob, bitch we just buy shit And fly shit, with a bad yellow thigh bitch Caught her in the valley, we should of made her say thigh quick My nigga Doe pulled up on me after 5 bricks Took it to Montgomery, had it flippin' like a side kick Her nigga try us there gon' be a homicide quick And nigga we don't let the drama slide (the drama slide) You try me there gon' be a homicide (a homicide) Found my churching in my mama lies (on my mama lies) Try us this gon' be a homicide (a homicide) And nigga we don't let the drama slide (the drama slide) You try me there gon' be a homicide (a homicide) Found my churching in my mama lies (on my mama lies) Try us this gon' be a homicide (a homicide) Keep on playin' around, like we playin' with you Now you gon' fuck right round and have my nigga sprayin' at you Now keep on playin' around, think we playin' with you Man you gon' fuck right round and have my nigga sprayin' at you And fuck all these niggas, and these loud mouth hoes All I got for the yeah yeah, is a lot 44 With my company homie, you ain't a live no mo' Kept me somewhere inside you, blowing loud and rolls Cup out, cup movin', cashin' out on these hoes Hustle Gang the name, just made 10 million in clothes And we gon' do it again, just know we did it for Doe The thumper bangin', catchin' body, no we did it for Doe And nigga we don't let the drama slide (the drama slide) You try me there gon' be a homicide (a homicide) Found my churching in my mama lies (on my mama lies) Try us this gon' be a homicide (a homicide) And nigga we don't let the drama slide (the drama slide) You try me there gon' be a homicide (a homicide) Found my churching in my mama lies (on my mama lies) Try us this gon' be a homicide (a homicide)