***** 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 - 奶猴子
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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
AmDC#AmAFmBFAmG#C
***** try me, son, he best have the heat on him
A#mG#mD
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
D#G#mG#EEmE
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
EmAEA#BmEC
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
FA#mGGmD#mEmD#m
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
EEmEC#m
***** front on me, the goons and goblins come out
EAm
Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out
CAmDF
They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie
DCmC
Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow
BmAmA#mA
They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now
F#ECmG
Hair trigger, stare bitch, yeah, I'll flip
F#BmG
Six shot semi-assault, let it off at your will
A#mF#EG#
Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz
FBmBC#m
D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did
AmG#mGBm
It be your tombstone and your ****ing grave they dig
A#EmCAm
Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
BmA#mEG#m
I'm like Damien, mother****er, when I start gettin' loose on y
EmFG#m
Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya
AmAC#m
I make it hard to breathe
CmF#mEm
I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat
GEmE
Have you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street
EmCBm
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
EmF#G
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
FmEmGmAmEmG#
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
AF#mBmFBmF#
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
A#mFF#mA#BmGD
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
AmG#GGm
Yeah, niggas send me the wrong messag
EmG#
We gon' ****ing kill the messenge
BmGG#mEm
Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya
EBAm
This ain't the Carter, bitch, this is Spart
GmA#mA#EF#
It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father
GmDA#m
Let off a clip or let a case off
AG#mA#
I have your bitch ass runnin' like a race hors
AA#mF#G#m
Follow orders now yeah shoot his face off
FAA#mBm
You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun
AmFG#
See how when you listen to me, all of the cash gone
G#mAD#Am
I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect
GmGB
I was deceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz
EGmAm
This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch
FG#mB
Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks
BmCmC#Cm
It's horrific, nah, it's terrific
ABmG#mA#m
I got it if you sniff it, go head, nigga, twist I
G#mF#mFG
Get lifted, goddamn, I'm gifted
EmD#mG#m
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
CmC#mG#Bm
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
AmG#mDmEA
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
D#mFGCmGC#mF#
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
F#mAA#mD#AFAmD#G#m
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
GmD#G#mG#
Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em, then they ride on 'em
G#mG#D#mDmG#
Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em
D#G#G#m
Head shot, .40 Glock, blow his mind on him
D#G#m
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
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曲解析
《Death To My Enemies》調性為 A 小調、速度約每分鐘 92 拍、整體情緒憂傷。主要和弦為 G#m、Am、E、Em。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
以強烈暴力意象與重複句式，描繪敵我對立狀態下的權力與報復意志。
主題
敵對關係中的生存掙扎、暴力手段與金錢權力的交織，展現黑幫文化中的權威與威懾。
情緒
激烈、脅迫、冷酷，並帶有自我賦權的狂傲感。
意象與手法
運用「屍體裝袋」「槍械聲」「賭場現金機」等具象暴力符號，搭配重複段落強化衝擊力；以「cash cow」「money」象徵金權力量，與「death」形成對立張力。
重點句解讀
1. 「I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass」
以具體肢體暴力動作，展現對敵人的碾壓與掌控，隱喻「將敵人置於死地」的絕對優勢。
2. 「I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie」
金錢與暴力形成共生關係，暗示黑幫體系中「報復」作為一種商業邏輯的運作。
3. 「It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father」
將自我定位為犧牲者與權威者，透過「殉道」敘事合理化暴力行為，並要求對手的敬畏。
4. 「My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it」
金錢觸發的焦躁感與暴力衝動產生連結，暗示財富與暴力的內在關聯性。
適合情境
適合用於描寫黑幫對抗、權力爭奪或個人掙扎的戲劇場景，亦可作為表達極端自信與敵意的音樂選擇。
魔鏡站長解析
魔鏡站長
這首歌像是從街頭巷尾直接噴發出的高壓氣流，聽著節奏，能感覺到那種極度自信甚至帶點狂傲的侵略性。這不是那種適合在咖啡廳輕聲播放的音樂，它更像是在深夜獨處、需要強大能量感來對抗低潮時的催化劑。歌手用極具張力的字句，描繪了一種弱肉強食的生存法則，字裡行間流露出的不是悲劇，而是一種對權力與生存的極致渴望。
站長聽這首歌時，總會被那種毫不掩飾的強勢節奏吸引。雖然歌詞內容充滿了冰冷的鬥爭感，但那種將街頭背景轉化為自我成就的敘事，其實反映了創作者對所處環境的深刻反思。這是一首關於生存意志的極端體現，若你想感受那種不被現實壓垮的肅殺與銳利，不妨在深夜裡把音量調大，去體會那種彷彿站在街角、冷眼看待世態炎涼的獨特視角，感受一下那股從困境中殺出一條血路的粗獷生命力。
歌曲冷知識
・歌詞中頻繁運用「金錢」與「暴力」的對比，將財富作為驅使身邊勢力執行殺戮的籌碼。
・運用「達米安」與「路西法」等宗教恐怖意象，描繪出主角在街頭生存中極具侵略性的危險氣場。
・透過「麥可邁爾斯」與「阿蓋達」等流行文化及地緣政治符號，強化了歌曲中冷酷且無法預測的威脅感。
・節奏強烈的副歌不斷重複「敵人死亡」的訴求，營造出如同黑幫電影般肅殺且緊迫的聽覺氛圍。