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 - 奶猴子
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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
Cm
作詞 : DUDLEY, TERENCE QUENTIN/JACKSON, CURTIS
A#D#G#
Nobody likes me
CmG#Fm
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
CFmF
Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
FmA#G#
...And I don't like y'all anyway
**** all y'all!!
Cm
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me
BLAT! Wutup homie
D#Cm
For niggas who don't know me
G#CmG#FmG#CmFm
...They wanna blow me 'cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
CmFmCmG
I came into rap humble, I don't give a **** now
CmA#G#
Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats is come down
Cm
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
A#D#G#
The niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
Cm
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
CGmA#
I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****in head like a Hindu
G#
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
Cm
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold shit
A#D#G#
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop shit
The thug that pop clips
CmC
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
CmD#A#
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
G#
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
Dm
Scream murder! （I don't believe you!）
CCm
Murder! (**** around and leave you!)
G#CmD#G#
Murder! （I don't believe you!）
Murder, murder! （Your life's on the line!）
C
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
Gm
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
D#G#
Make me catch her on the late night
Fm
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
Cm
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
GmD#G#
Not a pretty bitch but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear 'He say, She say' shit
CGm
Unless he say she say she on my dick
D#G#
It's no coincidence, niggas who **** wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
Cm
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
D#
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
G#
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
Fm
You heard that shit? Yeah, 50 really took on em
CGm
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
D#G#FmG#CmD#G#
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
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曲解析
《Lifes On The Line》調性為 C 小調、速度約每分鐘 108 拍、整體情緒憂傷。主要和弦為 G#、Cm、D#、Fm。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
透過強硬的街頭語言，展現生存鬥爭與自我防衛的堅定態度。
主題
街頭生存、自我防衛、反叛精神、身份認同。
情緒
憤怒、警戒、強硬、不屈不撓。
意象與手法
運用街頭符號（如「gat」「whip」）、暴力隱喻（「paramedics wrap your in head like a Hindu」）、直接對話（「BLAT! Wutup homie」）、重複結構（「Murder!」）等，強化生存危機與自我主張。
重點句解讀
1. 「My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me」
以「watch（手錶）」「whip（車）」象徵身分與地位，暗示透過物質展示自我價值，並非言語能表達的處世態度。
2. 「I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold shit」
直白坦承過往非法活動，強調真實自我，並非虛偽偽裝，反映街頭文化中對「誠實」的執念。
3. 「Your life's on the line!」
魔鏡站長解析
魔鏡站長
這首歌聽起來帶著一股濃烈的侵略性與街頭氣息，對於那些習慣在深夜獨自消化情緒、或者偏好硬派嘻哈的人來說，這絕對是充滿張力的作品。整首歌幾乎沒有留給聽者任何喘息的餘地，歌手透過極度自信甚至狂妄的語氣，赤裸地展示了他如何看待周遭的敵意與生存法則。那種對虛假排場的嘲弄，以及對自身街頭經歷的毫無保留，讓這首歌不僅僅是節奏的堆疊，更像是一份關於生存戰鬥的宣戰公告。
如果你正處於壓力巨大、需要找個出口宣洩憤怒的時刻，這首節奏強勁的作品或許能成為你的情緒催化劑。歌手毫不掩飾地將對立面的矛盾攤在檯面上，那種直來直往的態度，聽起來既冷冽又真實。雖然歌詞內容充滿了尖銳的衝突感，但作為一名樂迷，我更欣賞他在描述那些複雜的人際角力時，展現出的那種不屑與孤傲。這不是適合所有人聽的溫柔歌曲，但如果你想感受那種在鋼筋水泥叢林中，為了尊嚴與地盤寸步不讓的野性，這首歌確實值得你戴上耳機，感受那份從耳膜直擊心底的衝擊。
歌曲冷知識
・開場以「沒人喜歡我」作為反擊的宣言，直接點出歌手與群體格格不入且不屑討好的強硬態度。
・歌詞中運用大量擬人法，將手錶、跑車與槍械比作替自己說話的工具，強化了物質與暴力作為地位象徵的意象。
・透過對比街頭真實經歷與饒舌歌手虛構的炫富情節，嘲諷他人寫作內容的空洞，凸顯自身經歷的寫實感。
・結尾列出饒舌歌手名單並警告切勿隨意提及姓名，以極具侵略性的口吻，將整首歌轉化為對同行的直接嗆聲。