Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cause I don't like y'all anyway
Man, I don't like y'all anyway
**** all y'all
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, blow, what up, homie?
Even niggas who don't know me, they wanna blow me
Cause the shit I floss with is saying a lot for me
I came in the rap humble, I don't give a **** now
I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats'll come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
Niggas who hustle for me they don't even stash tracks
They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack
When I don't like a b***h, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****ing head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me
OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be
I'm that b***h that sold coke, the b***h that sold dope
The nigga that shot dice, went broke and sold soap
The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick
Niggas ain't in his right mind going against me
My picture's painted the 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 trying to figure out how y'all started me
You gon' make me catch you on the late night
Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six
I'm not a marksmen while sparking so I spray random
Not a pretty mother****er, but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear 'he say, she say' shit
Unless he say she said she on my d**k
It's no coincidence, niggas who **** with me get shot up
Do it Cali style, drive by and tear ya block up
You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front
I stay with the Mac 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like "Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em"
You heard that shit? 'Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em'
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son
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
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car, NASCAR
Truck with a crash bar and TV's in the dash, pa
See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't trying
I ain't lying, I sip Dom P til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up
Get outta line, I get you hit up
Now if you say my name in your rhyme you better 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
Imma 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 playing, you get killed like that
Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me nigga, what?
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 trying to figure out how y'all started me
You gon' make me catch you on the late night
Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six
Your Life's on the Line - 房祖名
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[00:11.60]Nobody likes me
[00:16.72]Nobody likes me, but that's okay
[00:20.56]Cause I don't like y'all anyway
[00:21.94]Man, I don't like y'all anyway
[00:24.59]**** all y'all
[00:26.00]I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
[00:28.52]My gat talk for me, blow, what up, homie?
[00:31.76]Even niggas who don't know me, they wanna blow me
[00:33.94]Cause the shit I floss with is saying a lot for me
[00:36.63]I came in the rap humble, I don't give a **** now
[00:39.60]I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
[00:41.17]Coke price go up, cats'll come down
[00:44.40]The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
[00:46.60]Niggas who hustle for me they don't even stash tracks
[00:49.15]They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack
[00:51.70]When I don't like a b***h, I don't pretend to
[00:54.80]I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****ing head like a Hindu
[00:56.87]Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me
[00:59.50]OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be
[01:01.51]I'm that b***h that sold coke, the b***h that sold dope
[01:04.39]The nigga that shot dice, went broke and sold soap
[01:06.91]The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips
[01:09.68]The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick
[01:12.16]Niggas ain't in his right mind going against me
[01:14.65]My picture's painted the words that make a blind man see
[01:17.81]Scream murder, I don't believe you
[01:20.48]Murder, **** around and leave you
[01:22.47]Murder, I don't believe you
[01:24.97]Murder, murder your life's on the line
[01:27.79]Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
[01:29.98]I'm trying to figure out how y'all started me
[01:32.47]You gon' make me catch you on the late night
[01:34.30]Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six
[01:37.63]I'm not a marksmen while sparking so I spray random
[01:40.50]Not a pretty mother****er, but my moms think I'm handsome
[01:42.77]I hate to hear 'he say, she say' shit
[01:45.28]Unless he say she said she on my d**k
[01:47.98]It's no coincidence, niggas who **** with me get shot up
[01:50.82]Do it Cali style, drive by and tear ya block up
[01:53.17]You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front
[01:55.37]I stay with the Mac 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
[01:58.10]In the hood they be like "Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em"
[02:01.20]You heard that shit? 'Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em'
[02:03.40]Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
[02:06.11]You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son
[02:08.95]Scream murder, I don't believe you
[02:11.40]Murder, **** around and leave you
[02:13.73]Murder, I don't believe you
[02:16.25]Murder, murder your life's on the line
[02:19.00]These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
[02:21.30]That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes
[02:23.82]Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car, NASCAR
[02:27.80]Truck with a crash bar and TV's in the dash, pa
[02:29.60]See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa
[02:34.60]I catch stunts when I ain't trying
[02:35.70]I ain't lying, I sip Dom P til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up
[02:39.88]Get outta line, I get you hit up
[02:41.35]Now if you say my name in your rhyme you better watch what you say
[02:44.23]You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
[02:46.94]Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars
[02:49.68]50, umm... Jay-Z and Nas
[02:52.20]Imma say this shit now and never again
[02:54.63]We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends
[02:57.23]The games you playing, you get killed like that
[02:59.73]Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that
[03:02.22]See me when you see me nigga, what?
[03:04.76]Scream murder, I don't believe you
[03:07.45]Murder, **** around and leave you
[03:10.11]Murder, I don't believe you
[03:12.81]Murder, murder your life's on the line
[03:15.35]Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
[03:17.58]I'm trying to figure out how y'all started me
[03:19.92]You gon' make me catch you on the late night
[03:22.15]Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six
移調 原調
G#mF#BG#m
Nobody likes me
C#mEC#mF#mC#mE
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
F#B
Cause I don't like y'all anyway
EBG#mAm
Man, I don't like y'all anyway
AF#m
**** all y'all
F#C#m
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
G#mF#BEG#m
My gat talk for me, blow, what up, homie?
EF#mAmF#m
Even niggas who don't know me, they wanna blow me
AF#C#mF#E
Cause the shit I floss with is saying a lot for me
G#mEG#m
I came in the rap humble, I don't give a **** now
EG#mF#m
I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
AmF#mAF#mF#C#m
Coke price go up, cats'll come down
EG#m
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
EG#mF#F#m
Niggas who hustle for me they don't even stash tracks
AmF#mC#m
They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack
EBG#m
When I don't like a b***h, I don't pretend to
G#EF#m
I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****ing head like a Hindu
AF#m
Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me
EF#
OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be
EmF#D#mF#
I'm that b***h that sold coke, the b***h that sold dope
G#mF#mF#F#m
The nigga that shot dice, went broke and sold soap
F#F#mEF#F#mF#
The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips
EmF#G#mBG#m
The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick
EAAmAAmF#m
Niggas ain't in his right mind going against me
F#F#mF#EBG#m
My picture's painted the words that make a blind man see
BEG#mF#m
Scream murder, I don't believe you
AmF#mAm
Murder, **** around and leave you
F#mC#mE
Murder, I don't believe you
BG#mBmG#m
Murder, murder your life's on the line
EAF#m
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
C#mF#C#mF#
I'm trying to figure out how y'all started me
G#m
You gon' make me catch you on the late night
EG#mEF#m
Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six
C#F#C#mF#
I'm not a marksmen while sparking so I spray random
BG#m
Not a pretty mother****er, but my moms think I'm handsome
G#EC#mA
I hate to hear 'he say, she say' shit
C#m
Unless he say she said she on my d**k
EB
It's no coincidence, niggas who **** with me get shot up
F#mA
Do it Cali style, drive by and tear ya block up
C#m
You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front
EB
I stay with the Mac 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
EAmA
In the hood they be like "Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em"
F#mAF#mF#
You heard that shit? 'Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em'
C#mF#G#mEG#m
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
BEBF#F#m
You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son
F#
Scream murder, I don't believe you
C#mF#G#mEBm
Murder, **** around and leave you
G#mEG#E
Murder, I don't believe you
G#mF#mAmF#m
Murder, murder your life's on the line
F#F#mC#mG#mE
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
G#mEG#m
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes
BmF#mC#m
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car, NASCAR
F#BG#m
Truck with a crash bar and TV's in the dash, pa
BmBE
See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't trying
I ain't lying, I sip Dom P til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up
Get outta line, I get you hit up
Now if you say my name in your rhyme you better 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
Imma 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 playing, you get killed like that
Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me nigga, what?
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 trying to figure out how y'all started me
You gon' make me catch you on the late night
Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six
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 G# 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
《Your Life's on the Line》調性為 G# 小調、速度約每分鐘 129 拍、整體情緒激昂。主要和弦為 E、F#m、G#m、F#。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
以強硬姿態宣示自身地位，並警告對手生命處於危險之中。
主題
街頭文化中的權力競爭與自我保護意識，透過暴力隱喻與個人主義表達生存態度。
情緒
強烈的威脅感、自負與防備，混合著對敵對者的蔑視與冷靜計算。
意象與手法
運用「金錢符號」（如 watch、whip、coke）象徵地位，以「槍枝」與「死亡」隱喻衝突，透過重複句式強化警告語氣。
重點句解讀
1. 「Your life's on the line」
原文直接點明危機意識，暗示對手若挑戰將面臨生命威脅，呼應歌名主題。
2. 「I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me」
「watch」（手錶）與「whip」（車）作為財富象徵，暗示不需言語即能展現身分，帶出物質至上的街頭價值觀。
3. 「Murder, murder your life's on the line」
重複「murder」強化暴力氛圍，將個人對抗升級為生死對決，凸顯極端自我保護心態。
4. 「We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends」
明確劃清界線，反映街頭文化中利益至上、信任稀薄的現實。
適合情境
街頭對抗場景、個人勢力宣示、或需表達強烈防衛心態的場合。
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）。