Lyrical Breakdown of Bang - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Jeezy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bang" 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 Young Jeezy 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 Young Jeezy's narrative.

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Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down If you ain't from round here dog don't even come around Twist ya fingers up, bang motherfucker bang Throw ya hoods up, bang motherfucker bang Eastside, bang motherfucker bang Southside, bang motherfucker bang Do ya thug thang gon' get 'em up Represent ya side nigga hit 'em up Disrespect we gon' take it there We 30 deep lil nigga we ain't fighting fair You better holla at ya partners Before we catch them outside and hit they ass wit dem choppers The .45 make my pants sag Catch me bouncing through the club wit my crip flag You don't like it do something nigga Where I'm from if we don't like it we do something nigga And you know we gon' ride homes Stomped a nigga ass out until they turn the lights on Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down If you ain't from round here dog don't even come around Twist ya fingers up bang motherfucker bang Throw ya hoods up bang motherfucker bang Eastside, bang motherfucker bang Westside, bang motherfucker bang Me and Jeezy on the back street Choppers in the back seat What we fin to do the questions yean even gotta ask me Desert in my lap and skullcap and a black tee Looking for the niggaz that say they fin to attack me Turn the music down low and let the 'llac creep Fuck the police, I give a damn if they catch me Wait a minute that's that nigga looking at me Let off 50 shots you niggaz ran like a track meet I know my partners would have did the job for a flat fee But seeing dem niggaz bleed is the only thing that's gon' relax me I'm hands on nigga, damn what you say All them games that you play don't stand a chance in the A nigga Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down If you ain't from round here dog don't even come around Twist ya fingers up bang motherfucker bang Throw ya hoods up bang motherfucker bang Eastside, bang motherfucker bang Southside, bang motherfucker bang Roll up on yo block, all the bullshit stops Man hoe know that I'm the prince so that ass gon' drop I was born in the A with things in the face Smoke weed everyday, Zone 3 where I play Yeah, I think I'm the shit 'cause I got an SS But the shit a old folk so you can receive the letter I'm the best of the best and the freshest of the fresh Gotta pistol black out wit an Atlanta Hawk vest Gotta lifetime of trouble and my brain still nervous I don't rep the A by mistake, I do the shit on purpose Do it how it's worth it rim and the cars swerving It ain't nothing but Lil Scrappy and Jeezy up to start murking ya Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down If you ain't from round here dog don't even come around Twist ya fingers up bang motherfucker bang Throw ya hoods up bang motherfucker bang Eastside, bang motherfucker bang Westside, bang motherfucker bang