Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Yeah Yeah’ by 50 Cent. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 50 Cent or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Yeah
Don (M-M-M-Murda)
It’s been some time, but it’s worth the wait
These other niggas tryna perpetrate
Spreading money out in my circle and make it circulate
They got the nerve to say that I’m forgetting ’bout niggas
But niggas forgetting the favors I couldn’t get out of niggas
We had to work for this plan to hit
I see him looking sideways
So I parked on the curb to put a slant in it
Nothing ever handed, we got on ’cause we demanded it
They know who the winners, the decision is unanimous
I know I ain’t perfect, but look I’m working
I could make a melody like, “yeah, yeah”
We just turning up, what you really want?
They tryna tell us that we can’t go back there
Don’t tell me you love me, show me the money
Where I’m from, love can go bad, yeah
Don’t you feel alone, I go through it too
Now turn around, let me hear you say, “yeah, yeah”
Stay ten toes down, I’m really focused
Look who I rolled with
Same damn gang as last year
If you didn’t notice, niggas talk shit on some ho shit
‘Til they hear that thing go “blam”, yeah
Subliminal posting, yeah, they roast shit, they joking
Until we pull up on the scene like, “yeah, yeah”
Everywhere we go now, they feeling cautious, they worried
I can make it so you can’t come back, yeah
I think we should stop the make-believing
I be so damn fly without a reason
I made 65 over the weekend
I bring my whole gang to every event
I know I ain’t perfect, but look I’m working
I could make a melody like, “yeah, yeah”
We just turning up, what you really want?
They tryna tell us that we can’t go back there
Don’t tell me you love me, show me the money
Where I’m from, love can go bad, yeah
Don’t you feel alone, I go through it too
Now turn around, let me hear you say, “yeah, yeah”
We come from the city that’s never sleep
Stay on point or get hit up for no reason
My young niggas hurt them, they meant to murk ’em
They putting work in
Have ’em bring it to you like, yeah, yeah
If that’s what you want, you can get it too
Have ’em get at you
Pull up with that blicky like, yeah, yeah
Southside to Highbridge, the live shit
Bali To Balmain, we out here on some fly shit
Different pedigree, yeah I’m from a different regime
On your ass, feel like I’m half man, half machine
When I say they don’t want the smoke, they know just what I mean
I had they whole block take off, call it a scene
Yeah, we on that same bullshit, sun up to sun down
Nigga pop out and get popped tryna run down
Go ‘head, get popped tryna run down
Think a nigga bluffing, f*ck around and get gunned down
I know I ain’t perfect, but look I’m working
I could make a melody like, “yeah, yeah”
We just turning up, what you really want?
They tryna tell us that we can’t go back there
Don’t tell me you love me, show me the money
Where I’m from, love can go bad, yeah
Don’t you feel alone, I go through it too
Now turn around, let me hear you say, “yeah, yeah”