***** try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
***** front on me, the goons and goblins come out
Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out
They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie
Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow
They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now
Hair trigger, stare bitch, yeah, I'll flip
Six shot semi-assault, let it off at your will
Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz
D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did
It be your tombstone and your ****ing grave they dig
Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
I'm like Damien, mother****er, when I start gettin' loose on y
Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya
I make it hard to breathe
I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat
Have you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
Yeah, niggas send me the wrong messag
We gon' ****ing kill the messenge
Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya
This ain't the Carter, bitch, this is Spart
It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father
Let off a clip or let a case off
I have your bitch ass runnin' like a race hors
Follow orders now yeah shoot his face off
You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun
See how when you listen to me, all of the cash gone
I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect
I was deceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz
This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch
Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks
It's horrific, nah, it's terrific
I got it if you sniff it, go head, nigga, twist I
Get lifted, goddamn, I'm gifted
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em, then they ride on 'em
Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em
Head shot, .40 Glock, blow his mind on him
They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em
Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch m
I move proper, go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me
That 430 Spider, carbon fiber
And my dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter
Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider
The mac'll fire, mask like Michael Myers
It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit
No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass
You can explain to my mother****ers while they whoop your ass
My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it
Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, that's what I do, kid
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
Death To My Enemies - 包威爾
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[00:00.000]作詞 : Curtis Jackson/André Romell Young
[00:00.000]作曲 : Curtis Jackson/André Romell Young
[00:00.000]***** try me, son, he best have the heat on him
[00:08.667]Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
[00:11.269]Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
[00:15.825]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
[00:20.571]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
[00:26.254]***** front on me, the goons and goblins come out
[00:29.344]Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out
[00:31.639]They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie
[00:34.199]Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow
[00:37.002]They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now
[00:39.552]Hair trigger, stare bitch, yeah, I'll flip
[00:42.287]Six shot semi-assault, let it off at your will
[00:44.623]Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz
[00:47.320]D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did
[00:49.846]It be your tombstone and your ****ing grave they dig
[00:52.664]Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
[00:55.030]I'm like Damien, mother****er, when I start gettin' loose on y
[00:57.892]Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya
[01:00.384]I make it hard to breathe
[01:02.351]I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat
[01:05.077]Have you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street
[01:07.610]Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
[01:09.956]Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
[01:12.487]Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
[01:17.037]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
[01:22.021]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
[01:27.171]Yeah, niggas send me the wrong messag
[01:30.083]We gon' ****ing kill the messenge
[01:31.072]Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya
[01:33.668]This ain't the Carter, bitch, this is Spart
[01:36.062]It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father
[01:39.209]Let off a clip or let a case off
[01:41.706]I have your bitch ass runnin' like a race hors
[01:44.248]Follow orders now yeah shoot his face off
[01:46.393]You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun
[01:48.918]See how when you listen to me, all of the cash gone
[01:51.504]I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect
[01:53.738]I was deceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz
[01:56.205]This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch
[01:58.945]Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks
[02:01.567]It's horrific, nah, it's terrific
[02:04.249]I got it if you sniff it, go head, nigga, twist I
[02:06.945]Get lifted, goddamn, I'm gifted
[02:09.586]Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
[02:11.301]Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
[02:13.747]Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
[02:18.251]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
[02:22.850]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
[02:28.982]Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em, then they ride on 'em
[02:31.786]Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em
[02:34.367]Head shot, .40 Glock, blow his mind on him
[02:36.877]They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em
[02:39.323]Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch m
[02:42.051]I move proper, go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me
[02:44.918]That 430 Spider, carbon fiber
[02:47.243]And my dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter
[02:49.898]Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider
[02:52.362]The mac'll fire, mask like Michael Myers
[02:54.942]It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit
[02:57.528]No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass
[02:59.967]You can explain to my mother****ers while they whoop your ass
[03:02.634]My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it
[03:05.279]Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in
[03:07.735]Get money, get bread, that's what I do, kid
[03:10.303]Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
[03:12.509]Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
[03:14.947]Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
[03:19.513]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
[03:24.421]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
移調 原調
作詞 : Curtis Jackson/André Romell Young
作曲 : Curtis Jackson/André Romell Young
F#F#mG#G#mA#mA#A#mC#F#
***** try me, son, he best have the heat on him
G#G#mA#m
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
C#F#
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
G#A#mA#A#mC#
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
F#C#G#A#A#mA#A#m
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
C#F#
***** front on me, the goons and goblins come out
G#
Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out
A#mD#mA#m
They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie
C#F#
Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow
D#mG#mG#A#A#m
They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now
D#A#mF#C#F#
Hair trigger, stare bitch, yeah, I'll flip
FmG#
Six shot semi-assault, let it off at your will
FmA#m
Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz
C#F#
D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did
G#C#mG#
It be your tombstone and your ****ing grave they dig
A#mC#
Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
C#mF#
I'm like Damien, mother****er, when I start gettin' loose on y
G#A#m
Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya
C#
I make it hard to breathe
F#
I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat
G#A#m
Have you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street
C#
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
F#F#mF#G#m
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
G#A#mD#F#C#mC#
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
F#G#mG#A#m
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
D#F#FC#F#G#mG#
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
G#mA#mC#m
Yeah, niggas send me the wrong messag
F#C#
We gon' ****ing kill the messenge
F#F#mF#G#m
Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya
A#m
This ain't the Carter, bitch, this is Spart
C#F#C#F#
It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father
G#mG#
Let off a clip or let a case off
A#mC#
I have your bitch ass runnin' like a race hors
C#mA#mF#
Follow orders now yeah shoot his face off
G#G#mG#G#m
You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun
A#mC#
See how when you listen to me, all of the cash gone
D#C#F#
I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect
F#mG#mG#G#m
I was deceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz
A#mC#
This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch
F#D#mF#G#
Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks
A#mD#m
It's horrific, nah, it's terrific
A#mC#mF#
I got it if you sniff it, go head, nigga, twist I
G#
Get lifted, goddamn, I'm gifted
A#
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
A#mC#F#
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
F#mG#G#mA#
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
A#mC#
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em, then they ride on 'em
Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em
Head shot, .40 Glock, blow his mind on him
They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em
Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch m
I move proper, go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me
That 430 Spider, carbon fiber
And my dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter
Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider
The mac'll fire, mask like Michael Myers
It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit
No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass
You can explain to my mother****ers while they whoop your ass
My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it
Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, that's what I do, kid
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
和弦由 AI 自動分析音訊產生（自動辨識，僅供參考）。
AI 從音訊辨識的主旋律（以 C# 調為 1，數字上下點為高低八度）。為自動估計、個別音可能有誤，僅供哼唱抓調參考，非正式樂譜。彈唱請看「和弦」分頁。
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曲解析
《Death To My Enemies》調性為 C# 大調、速度約每分鐘 129 拍、整體情緒歡快。主要和弦為 F#、A#m、C#、G#。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
以強烈暴力與金錢權力交織的語彙，詮釋對敵人的極致報復與自我權威的確立。
主題
敵對關係中的權力鬥爭、金錢與暴力的共鳴，以及個人主義的極端展現。
情緒
充滿威脅性與攻擊性的憤怒，夾雜對自身地位的自誇與對敵人的蔑視。
意象與手法
運用「屍體裝袋」、「槍戰」、「金錢流動」等具象暴力符號，搭配重複句式強化決心，以「Cash Cow」、「Spart」等詞隱喻經濟與武力的雙重掌控。
重點句解讀
1. 「I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie」
透過金錢與暴力的交換關係，凸顯幫派體系中「報復即收益」的邏輯，將敵人消滅轉化為經濟利益。
2. 「It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father」
自我神化為殉道者，將暴力行為合理化為值得敬重的「父權」象徵，展現極端個人主義。
3. 「My dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter」
以國際恐怖組織比喻身邊幫眾，強化「敵我對立」的全面性與不可妥協性。
4. 「Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks」
「Gat」（衝鋒槍）與「boogie down」（跳舞）的矛盾組合，凸顯暴力行為中的狂熱與娛樂化。
適合情境
激烈動作片高潮場景、街頭幫派衝突描寫、或探討權力與暴力關係的社會議題討論。
魔鏡站長解析
站長私房短評：打動人的地方、適合什麼時刻聽（產生後永久保存）。
歌曲冷知識
AI 依歌詞整理 3-4 點有趣觀察（產生後永久保存）。