Got my guns and magazines
Ending up in front of me
Nothing is quite as it seems
F-ck with me and you will see
Shoot your gun now make you a believer
Now you better pray for somethin' more
I go to war 'til my heart stop
Niggas ain't listening
Get the thumping and the dumping at your newborn's christening
Tell your homie tell his homies
He gon' need more homies
Ain't this a b tch i got an extended clip right on me
And my diamonds on my neck
I dare a nigga to scheme on it
The ruger on deck its hard to miss with that thing on it
I'll give your ass a permanent nap sing you a lullaby
I got money to run so f-ck a alibi
Shoot your gun now make you a believer
Now you better pray for somethin' more
Yeah, I believe you when you say you tough nigga
All that means is you ****ed nigga
I get the drop i'm on it
Morning noon or night i spot-cha i gotcha
Wake up cuffed to your bed your bed cops asking 'who shot-cha'
As the world turns believe it'll be learned
The hollow tips burns and i ain't concerned if i ain't hit
And I ain't hit, so a nigga don't really give a shit
You don't know who you f-cking with
Come through dump more than a clip
Niggas be on some stupid shit
Till they get hit, ain't that a b***h
K-i double shot gun barrel double
My homies front a couple and i move 'em on a double
Racks in the duffel
Mac with the muzzle
Makin' circles in you all black like a tunnel
I only know how to hustle
Can't stay outta trouble
I got a big gun muthaf-ckers scuffle
Kidd kidd will you ever change
F-ck no pimps don't ride a game you already f-cking know
Got my guns and magazines
Ending up in front of me
Nothing is quite as it seems
F-ck with me and you will see
Shoot your gun now make you a believer
Now you better pray for something more
Man, these niggas so fake, I call 'em knock off
Like pringles i pop the top off
You ain't hot dog
You the f-cking micky mouse
I'm on fire like louisiana hot sauce
Brand new j's cost a buck fifty nikka
Ya scuff these, I scar ya face buck 50 nigga
Been ****ing with them pigs, you a guinea nigga
And ya always bakin, you's a skinny nigga
I wear my gun like it's trendy nigga
You b*****s ain't shit, kitty litter
Uh, see where all that bullshit getcha
Right in front of this pistol
Got my guns and magazines
Ending up in front of me
Nothing is quite as it seems
F-ck with me and you will see
Shoot your gun now make you a believer
Now you better pray for something more
We Shooting - 林凡
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[00:01.18]Got my guns and magazines
[00:03.93]Ending up in front of me
[00:06.98]Nothing is quite as it seems
[00:09.73]F-ck with me and you will see
[00:12.60]Shoot your gun now make you a believer
[00:18.53]Now you better pray for somethin' more
[00:24.02]I go to war 'til my heart stop
[00:25.77]Niggas ain't listening
[00:26.89]Get the thumping and the dumping at your newborn's christening
[00:29.86]Tell your homie tell his homies
[00:31.25]He gon' need more homies
[00:32.56]Ain't this a b tch i got an extended clip right on me
[00:35.42]And my diamonds on my neck
[00:36.91]I dare a nigga to scheme on it
[00:38.60]The ruger on deck its hard to miss with that thing on it
[00:41.46]I'll give your ass a permanent nap sing you a lullaby
[00:44.89]I got money to run so f-ck a alibi
[00:47.51]Shoot your gun now make you a believer
[00:53.30]Now you better pray for somethin' more
[00:58.03]Yeah, I believe you when you say you tough nigga
[01:01.09]All that means is you ****ed nigga
[01:03.15]I get the drop i'm on it
[01:04.64]Morning noon or night i spot-cha i gotcha
[01:07.52]Wake up cuffed to your bed your bed cops asking 'who shot-cha'
[01:10.40]As the world turns believe it'll be learned
[01:11.94]The hollow tips burns and i ain't concerned if i ain't hit
[01:14.09]And I ain't hit, so a nigga don't really give a shit
[01:16.39]You don't know who you f-cking with
[01:17.64]Come through dump more than a clip
[01:19.14]Niggas be on some stupid shit
[01:20.52]Till they get hit, ain't that a b***h
[01:22.32]K-i double shot gun barrel double
[01:24.99]My homies front a couple and i move 'em on a double
[01:27.93]Racks in the duffel
[01:29.43]Mac with the muzzle
[01:30.73]Makin' circles in you all black like a tunnel
[01:33.54]I only know how to hustle
[01:35.10]Can't stay outta trouble
[01:36.55]I got a big gun muthaf-ckers scuffle
[01:39.49]Kidd kidd will you ever change
[01:41.67]F-ck no pimps don't ride a game you already f-cking know
[01:45.43]Got my guns and magazines
[01:47.92]Ending up in front of me
[01:50.79]Nothing is quite as it seems
[01:53.79]F-ck with me and you will see
[01:56.71]Shoot your gun now make you a believer
[02:02.68]Now you better pray for something more
[02:08.86]Man, these niggas so fake, I call 'em knock off
[02:11.85]Like pringles i pop the top off
[02:14.45]You ain't hot dog
[02:15.44]You the f-cking micky mouse
[02:17.42]I'm on fire like louisiana hot sauce
[02:20.48]Brand new j's cost a buck fifty nikka
[02:23.17]Ya scuff these, I scar ya face buck 50 nigga
[02:26.49]Been ****ing with them pigs, you a guinea nigga
[02:29.17]And ya always bakin, you's a skinny nigga
[02:32.59]I wear my gun like it's trendy nigga
[02:35.15]You b*****s ain't shit, kitty litter
[02:37.97]Uh, see where all that bullshit getcha
[02:41.84]Right in front of this pistol
[02:43.28]Got my guns and magazines
[02:45.71]Ending up in front of me
[02:48.77]Nothing is quite as it seems
[02:51.59]F-ck with me and you will see
[02:54.52]Shoot your gun now make you a believer
[03:00.39]Now you better pray for something more
移調 原調
D#
Got my guns and magazines
GmA#FmCm
Ending up in front of me
FmCmG#
Nothing is quite as it seems
CmDD#mD#
F-ck with me and you will see
GmA#GmCm
Shoot your gun now make you a believer
G#FmD#mD#A#
Now you better pray for somethin' more
D#GmD
I go to war 'til my heart stop
Cm
Niggas ain't listening
GmD#
Get the thumping and the dumping at your newborn's christening
GmD#m
Tell your homie tell his homies
D#
He gon' need more homies
A#CmGmD#m
Ain't this a b tch i got an extended clip right on me
A#D#
And my diamonds on my neck
A#D#m
I dare a nigga to scheme on it
GmD#mGmD#
The ruger on deck its hard to miss with that thing on it
A#GmDmGmD
I'll give your ass a permanent nap sing you a lullaby
Cm
I got money to run so f-ck a alibi
GmA#GmD#mG#D#mD#A#
Shoot your gun now make you a believer
DD#mD#A#D#m
Now you better pray for somethin' more
D#A#F#CmD#
Yeah, I believe you when you say you tough nigga
Gm
All that means is you ****ed nigga
G#
I get the drop i'm on it
D#
Morning noon or night i spot-cha i gotcha
A#Cm
Wake up cuffed to your bed your bed cops asking 'who shot-cha'
D#Gm
As the world turns believe it'll be learned
D#mG#
The hollow tips burns and i ain't concerned if i ain't hit
FmD#m
And I ain't hit, so a nigga don't really give a shit
Gm
You don't know who you f-cking with
D#m
Come through dump more than a clip
D#
Niggas be on some stupid shit
GmDGm
Till they get hit, ain't that a b***h
DmBmCm
K-i double shot gun barrel double
GmD#m
My homies front a couple and i move 'em on a double
G#
Racks in the duffel
Mac with the muzzle
D#mA#D#m
Makin' circles in you all black like a tunnel
D#
I only know how to hustle
GmA#
Can't stay outta trouble
DmCm
I got a big gun muthaf-ckers scuffle
A#
Kidd kidd will you ever change
D#G#D#m
F-ck no pimps don't ride a game you already f-cking know
D#D#m
Got my guns and magazines
F#D#m
Ending up in front of me
D#D#mD#D#m
Nothing is quite as it seems
A#DmDGmD
F-ck with me and you will see
FmFCmD#A#GmG#
Shoot your gun now make you a believer
D#A#CmD#mD#G#m
Now you better pray for something more
G#FmGmA#B
Man, these niggas so fake, I call 'em knock off
D#A#
Like pringles i pop the top off
Gm
You ain't hot dog
A#CCm
You the f-cking micky mouse
GmA#
I'm on fire like louisiana hot sauce
GmC#G#A#
Brand new j's cost a buck fifty nikka
D#mGmD#m
Ya scuff these, I scar ya face buck 50 nigga
D#D#mD#
Been ****ing with them pigs, you a guinea nigga
D#mD#BG#m
And ya always bakin, you's a skinny nigga
D#mG#D#m
I wear my gun like it's trendy nigga
D#G#m
You b*****s ain't shit, kitty litter
D#mC#
Uh, see where all that bullshit getcha
F#D#m
Right in front of this pistol
F#mDD#m
Got my guns and magazines
D#A#D#mA#D#
Ending up in front of me
D#mGmCmD#
Nothing is quite as it seems
GmCmGm
F-ck with me and you will see
G#D#A#D#A#DCm
Shoot your gun now make you a believer
G#D#GmD#A#D#D#mG#FmD#mGmA#mGmD#mDGmDmCmGmD#D#mG#D#mGmA#D#mD#D#mGmDCmD#mA#D#mD#G#D#mD#D#mGmA#GmCmGmG#FmD#mA#D#A#CmDA#D#mG#FmD#mD#D#mD#D#mGmA#GmDCmG#G#mG#D#mD#DGmDmDCmGD#D#mG#G#mFmBD#DGmD#A#CmGmBD#
Now you better pray for something more
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AI 從音訊辨識的主旋律（以 D# 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
《We Shooting》調性為 D# 大調、速度約每分鐘 108 拍、整體情緒溫暖。主要和弦為 D#m、D#、Gm、A#。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
以強烈的武力意象與威脅語氣，描繪主角在權力對抗中的自衛與優勢地位。
主題
街頭權力鬥爭、自我保護意識及對敵對勢力的警告。
情緒
壓抑的緊張感、冷靜的威懾力與隱藏的憤怒。
意象與手法
運用槍械、鑽石、戰鬥場景等具象符號，搭配重複的「shoot」與「believe」強化衝突感，以戲謔口吻詮釋暴力，形成反差張力。
重點句解讀
1. 「I go to war 'til my heart stop」
原文短句暗示主角已將對抗視為生存本能，甚至願意付出生命代價，凸顯無退路的決絕。
2. 「The ruger on deck its hard to miss with that thing on it」
以具體武器名稱（Ruger手槍）強化真實感，並透過「hard to miss」暗示威脅無所不在，製造心理壓力。
3. 「You don't know who you f-cking with」
直接質問對手的無知，揭露權力關係中「被威懾者」的盲目與危險。
4. 「I wear my gun like it's trendy nigga」
將武器與時尚結合，反映街頭文化中武力作為身分象徵的扭曲價值觀。
適合情境
面對衝突危機時的自我防衛、對權力結構的批判性反思，或需展現強勢態度的場合。
魔鏡站長解析
魔鏡站長
這首歌對林凡而言是一次非常大膽且顛覆性的嘗試。平時我們熟悉的她，總是用那種溫柔細膩的嗓音，唱著都市愛情的糾結與酸楚，但這首作品卻直接把場景拉到了充滿張力的街頭巷戰中。聽著她用冷靜、甚至帶點狠勁的口吻，去演繹那些關於權力遊戲、防衛與反擊的文字，這種反差感確實讓人耳目一新。
這不是那種適合在咖啡館放鬆聽的歌，它更像是一場深夜裡獨自面對壓力的宣洩。音樂節奏強烈且充滿侵略性，歌詞裡那種不退讓、不妥協的態度，其實折射出的是一種在困境中必須武裝自己的強悍姿態。站長覺得，當你感到世界對你不友善，或者需要一股力量來支撐那股不服輸的傲骨時，這首歌的節奏或許能帶給你一種奇特的共鳴。它提醒著我們，每個人心裡或許都藏著一個不容被輕易冒犯的防線，只是平時被溫柔的外表給遮掩住了。
歌曲冷知識
・歌詞以強烈的武裝意象與槍械詞彙，構建出一種充滿對峙張力與街頭氣息的敘事氛圍。
・透過「搖籃曲」與「永久小睡」的隱喻，將暴力手段轉化為帶有諷刺意味的黑色幽默。
・運用大量如「米老鼠」、「洋芋片」與「路易斯安那辣醬」等流行符號，以鮮明的對比強化自我強勢的姿態。
・節奏緊湊的押韻與反覆的副歌，營造出如同戰場般隨時處於備戰狀態的聽覺壓迫感。