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 - 戀楽屋
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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
G#CmEEmBm
作詞 : DUDLEY, TERENCE QUENTIN/JACKSON, CURTIS
C#mCAG#mGCmC#GC#A#mC
Nobody likes me
AA#mCACACC#mA
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Dm
Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
DDm
...And I don't like y'all anyway
Am
**** all y'all!!
Dm
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
DDmA
My gat talk for me
DmFDm
BLAT! Wutup homie
A
For niggas who don't know me
DADmADmD
...They wanna blow me 'cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
DmAAmADmADm
I came into rap humble, I don't give a **** now
DDmADmF#m
Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
DmA
Coke price go up, cats is come down
DADm
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
ADmA
The niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
CGDmA#mDmA
They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
CDmD
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
DmADmD
I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****in head like a Hindu
Dm
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
DDmDDm
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
GDm
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold shit
AmCmDDm
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
Cm
The thug, they pop shit
F#mCm
The thug that pop clips
A#AmCmF#mD#mA#mA
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
AmAAmC
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
AF#mDAEA
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
AmDmF
Scream murder! （I don't believe you!）
DmF#mDF#C
Murder! (**** around and leave you!)
CmAAm
Murder! （I don't believe you!）
EF#mFF#m
Murder, murder! （Your life's on the line!）
FF#mAAm
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
AAmAAmE
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
F#mF
Make me catch her on the late night
F#mAmDAm
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
ADmDF#mFAm
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
ADDmFA
Not a pretty bitch but my moms think I'm handsome
DmADmBmDm
I hate to hear 'He say, She say' shit
FAmCFDmAm
Unless he say she say she on my dick
EmAmDm
It's no coincidence, niggas who **** wit me get shot up
DAmADmADm
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
DDmAmAF#m
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
ADmDD#mAm
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
ACFA#A
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
AmDF
You heard that shit? Yeah, 50 really took on em
AmAAmF
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
AmAAmDmDFAAmAAmFAmADmFDFAmFAmFAAmDm
You just a small player in this game, play a part son
ADAAmAD
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
DmAmFAmFA
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
DAmA
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
F#mDFAmF#m
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar
CAmCDAm
And TV's in the dash, pa
F#mAAmDFF#m
See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
CDm
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
EmEEmCCm
I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up
BEmGmG#
Keep my rent split up
BCmD#mEC
Get outta line, I get you hit up （Wooo!）
GCmBGAm
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
A#mGG#mA#mGEmFm
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
G#mBm
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 A 大調、速度約每分鐘 161 拍、整體情緒歡快。主要和弦為 A、Dm、Am、D。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
以強烈自我意識與敵對態度，描繪街頭生存與權力象徵的生存遊戲。
主題
自我肯定、街頭文化權力象徵、對敵對者的威脅與疏離感。
情緒
強烈自信、敵意、反叛、自嘲與冷靜威脅交織。
意象與手法
運用槍械（gat）、車輛（whip）、毒品（bricks）等街頭符碼建構身份，以自嘲與誇張比喻（如「paramedics wrap your in head like a Hindu」）強化危險氛圍，並透過「my watch talk for me」等物件擬人化展現社會地位。
重點句解讀
1. 「My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me」
以配飾與車輛作為自我價值的延伸，暗示物質符碼成為個人聲譽的延伸。
2. 「I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold shit」
直白揭露黑幫背景，強調生存歷練與不掩飾過去的坦率。
3. 「Your life's on the line」
直接點明歌名主題，將個人對抗升華為生命威脅的緊張狀態。
4. 「We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends」
劃清界線的決絕態度，凸顯街頭文化中的信任危機。
適合情境
街頭嘻哈表演、個人實力展現、對抗性場合的氛圍營造。
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）。