Lyrical Analysis of...

god rap

  1. I ain't got no motherfuckin friends
  2. That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
  3. (Take money) West side, Bad Boy killers (take money)
  4. You know who the realest is niggaz we bring it to you (take money)
  5. (Take money)
  6. First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
  7. Westside when we ride come equipped with game
  8. You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
  9. We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
  10. Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
  11. Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark ass bitches
  12. We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
  13. Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
  14. Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
  15. Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
  16. Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
  17. Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
  18. I let them niggaz know it's on for life
  19. So let the Westside ride tonight
  20. Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
  21. Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see
  22. Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
  23. Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uh
  24. Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
  25. Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
  26. Nigga, I hit em' up
  27. Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)
  28. I don't even know why I'm on this track (take money)
  29. Y'all niggaz ain't even on my level
  30. I'ma let my little homies ride on you (take money)
  31. Bitch made ass bad boy bitches deal with it!
  32. Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
  33. Biggie Smalls just got dropped
  34. Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back
  35. Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps
  36. Little accident murderers, and I ain't never heard a ya
  37. Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin' ya
  38. Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank
  39. Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
  40. Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga
  41. And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga
  42. With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
  43. Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up
  44. Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
  45. Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uh
  46. Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
  47. Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
  48. Nigga, I hit em' up
  49. Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
  50. This ain't no freestyle battle
  51. All you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open
  52. Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
  53. Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
  54. But they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
  55. Talkin' bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me
  56. All you niggaz livin' bummy why you fuckin' with me?
  57. I'm a self made millionaire
  58. Thug livin' out a prison, pistols in the air
  59. Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
  60. And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house
  61. Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style
  62. Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
  63. Now I'm bout to set the record straight
  64. With my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate
  65. Motherfucker, I hit 'em up
  66. I'm from N E W Jers'
  67. Where plenty of murders occurs
  68. No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
  69. Now go check the scenario
  70. Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
  71. Copping pleas in de Janeiro
  72. Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
  73. Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
  74. What the fuck, is you stupid?
  75. I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
  76. With my click looting, shooting and polluting your block
  77. With a 15 shot cocked Glock to your knot
  78. Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch
  79. And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
  80. And all your fake ass East coast props
  81. Brainstormed and locked
  82. You's a, beat biter
  83. A Pac style taker
  84. I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
  85. Softer than Alize with a chaser
  86. About to get murdered for the paper
  87. E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the caper
  88. Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
  89. Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke
  90. Thug Life, niggas better be known
  91. Be approaching in the wide open, gun smoking
  92. No need for hoping, it's a battle lost
  93. I got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
  94. Nigga, I hit em up!
  95. Now you tell me who won
  96. I see them, they run
  97. They don't wanna see us (take money)
  98. Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. Clique
  99. Dressing up trying to be us (take money)
  100. How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)
  101. We millionaires
  102. Killing ain't fair but somebody got to do it (take money)
  103. Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna fuck with us
  104. You little young ass motherfuckers (take money)
  105. Don't one of you niggas got sickle cell or something (take money)
  106. You're fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
  107. You better back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up
  108. This is how we do it on our side
  109. Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, bring it
  110. But we ain't singing, we bringing drama
  111. Fuck you and your motherfucking mama
  112. We're gonna kill all you motherfuckers
  113. Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie
  114. Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
  115. Well this is how we gonna do this
  116. Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie
  117. Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew
  118. And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too
  119. Chino XL, fuck you too
  120. All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, take money)
  121. All of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
  122. My .44 make sure all y'all kids don't grow
  123. You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
  124. We motherfuckin' Thug Life riders, Westside 'til we die
  125. Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya
  126. We'll bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job
  127. You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
  128. Ain't nothing but killers and the real niggas
  129. All you motherfuckers feel us
  130. Our shit goes triple and 4 quadruple
  131. (Take money)
  132. You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got
  133. Guns under they motherfuckin' belts
  134. You know how it is, when we drop records they felt
  135. You niggas can't feel it, we the realest
  136. Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy killers

Lyrics added by user533278540

LYRICAL GRADE

B+

RHYME DENSITY

0

RHYME LENGTH

1 syllable
2 syllables
3 syllables
4 syllables
5+ syllables
Rhyme Syllables

461

Total Syllables

1497

Rhyming Lines

125/136

Unique Words

48.4%

Slang

10.1%

Profanity

9%

Avg. Syllables Per Word

1.37

Word Cloud

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Profanity

motherfuckin, fucked, bitch, motherfucker, niggaz, fuck, bitches, ass, snatch, Fuck, Nigga, motherfuckers, Bitch, fuckin, nigga, Motherfucker, shit, motherfucking, niggas, fucking, fuckers

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