Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
...And I don't like y'all anyway
**** all y'all!!
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me
BLAT! Wutup homie
For niggas who don't know me
...They wanna blow me 'cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
I came into rap humble, I don't give a **** now
Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats is come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
The niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****in head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold shit
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop shit
The thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
Scream murder! （I don't believe you!）
Murder! (**** around and leave you!)
Murder! （I don't believe you!）
Murder, murder! （Your life's on the line!）
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
Make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
Not a pretty bitch but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear 'He say, She say' shit
Unless he say she say she on my dick
It's no coincidence, niggas who **** wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
You heard that shit? Yeah, 50 really took on em
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
You just a small player in this game, play a part son
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar
And TV's in the dash, pa
See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up
Keep my rent split up
Get outta line, I get you hit up （Wooo!）
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playin, you get killed like that
Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me nigga, one
（One）
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
You gon make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
Lifes On The Line - 包威爾
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[00:00.00]作詞 : DUDLEY, TERENCE QUENTIN/JACKSON, CURTIS
[00:03.29]Nobody likes me
[00:08.22]Nobody likes me, but that's okay
[00:12.04]Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
[00:13.79]...And I don't like y'all anyway
[00:16.48]**** all y'all!!
[00:17.60]My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
[00:20.54]My gat talk for me
[00:21.91]BLAT! Wutup homie
[00:23.05]For niggas who don't know me
[00:24.48]...They wanna blow me 'cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
[00:28.22]I came into rap humble, I don't give a **** now
[00:31.03]Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
[00:33.41]Coke price go up, cats is come down
[00:35.91]The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
[00:38.54]The niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
[00:41.28]They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
[00:43.97]When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
[00:45.98]I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****in head like a Hindu
[00:48.74]Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
[00:51.11]OG's look at me and see what they used to be
[00:53.49]I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold shit
[00:56.17]The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
[00:58.80]The thug, they pop shit
[01:00.11]The thug that pop clips
[01:01.30]The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
[01:03.99]Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
[01:06.42]My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
[01:09.18]Scream murder! （I don't believe you!）
[01:11.99]Murder! (**** around and leave you!)
[01:14.55]Murder! （I don't believe you!）
[01:17.05]Murder, murder! （Your life's on the line!）
[01:19.61]Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
[01:21.61]I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
[01:24.18]Make me catch her on the late night
[01:26.29]Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
[01:29.29]I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
[01:31.73]Not a pretty bitch but my moms think I'm handsome
[01:34.92]I hate to hear 'He say, She say' shit
[01:37.16]Unless he say she say she on my dick
[01:39.66]It's no coincidence, niggas who **** wit me get shot up
[01:42.54]I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
[01:45.29]You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
[01:47.35]I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
[01:50.00]In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
[01:52.76]You heard that shit? Yeah, 50 really took on em
[01:55.32]Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
[01:58.07]You just a small player in this game, play a part son
[02:10.61]These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
[02:13.04]That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
[02:15.48]Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
[02:18.11]Nascar, truck wit a crash bar
[02:20.67]And TV's in the dash, pa
[02:22.55]See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
[02:25.73]I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
[02:27.73]I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up
[02:30.36]Keep my rent split up
[02:31.61]Get outta line, I get you hit up （Wooo!）
[02:33.48]Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
[02:35.86]You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
[02:38.67]Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
[02:41.42]50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
[02:43.98]I'ma say this shit now and never again
[02:46.30]We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
[02:49.42]The games you playin, you get killed like that
[02:51.61]Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
[02:53.98]See me when you see me nigga, one
[02:56.30]（One）
[03:07.09]Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
[03:09.23]I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
[03:11.67]You gon make me catch her on the late night
[03:13.79]Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
移調 原調
EEmDm
作詞 : DUDLEY, TERENCE QUENTIN/JACKSON, CURTIS
CBmCEmFG
Nobody likes me
CEmCDEm
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
DCEm
Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
CGEmA
...And I don't like y'all anyway
GmC
**** all y'all!!
BmGCDm
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
FDmF
My gat talk for me
BLAT! Wutup homie
Cm
For niggas who don't know me
DGmDF#mAm
...They wanna blow me 'cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
F#mC#FDmF
I came into rap humble, I don't give a **** now
CCm
Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
DGm
Coke price go up, cats is come down
DF#mAmEmF
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
DmF
The niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
CCmD
They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
GmDF#m
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
AmAC#FDm
I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****in head like a Hindu
FCm
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
CAmEm
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
CmBmEmBmEm
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold shit
C#F
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop shit
CmD
The thug that pop clips
DmGmD
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
AAmAC#F
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
CDGm
Scream murder! （I don't believe you!）
DAD
Murder! (**** around and leave you!)
C#F
Murder! （I don't believe you!）
CmD
Murder, murder! （Your life's on the line!）
DmGm
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
DAAmAC#
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
FFm
Make me catch her on the late night
FCmD
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
GmAm
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
AC#F
Not a pretty bitch but my moms think I'm handsome
Cm
I hate to hear 'He say, She say' shit
DmGmG
Unless he say she say she on my dick
DF#mAC#
It's no coincidence, niggas who **** wit me get shot up
F
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
CmDm
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
GmGDF#m
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
AmF#mC#F
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
C
You heard that shit? Yeah, 50 really took on em
CmDmGmG
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
DF#mAmAFCCmDmGmGDAmAF
You just a small player in this game, play a part son
DmC
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
CmGD
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
GmAm
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
EmFDm
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar
C
And TV's in the dash, pa
See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up
Keep my rent split up
Get outta line, I get you hit up （Wooo!）
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playin, you get killed like that
Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me nigga, one
（One）
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
You gon make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
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曲解析
《Lifes On The Line》調性為 C 大調、速度約每分鐘 108 拍、整體情緒溫暖。主要和弦為 D、F、C、Dm。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
以強烈自我肯定與對抗姿態，描繪說唱圈的生存遊戲與個人立場。
主題
街頭文化中的自我定位、說唱產業的競爭關係、個人價值與敵對關係的明確劃分。
情緒
自信驕傲中帶有敵意，疏離感與威脅性交織，展現對現實的不屑與防備。
意象與手法
運用街頭符碼（如「whip」指代車輛、「gat」指槍）與暴力隱喻，透過重複句式強化態度，以自述方式建構個人神話。
重點句解讀
1. 「My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me」
以物品代言身分，暗示經濟實力與社會地位的自我證明，將個人價值與物質符號連結。
2. 「I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold shit」
直接揭露過去經歷，強調自身背景的真實性與生存本能，對抗他人質疑。
3. 「You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away」
以暴力威脅作為話語的最終權威，凸顯說唱領域的危險性與競爭殘酷性。
4. 「We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends」
明確劃清界線，拒絕虛偽關係，展現街頭文化中「利益至上」的處世態度。
適合情境
街頭說唱表演、個人情緒宣洩、對抗性議題討論，或需強調個人立場與界線的場合。
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）。