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Death To My Enemies

艾敬 · Before I Self-Destruct (International Version) · 2008-12-31

以強烈的對抗語氣描繪權力與暴力的生存遊戲。

〈Death To My Enemies〉是艾敬演唱的歌曲，收錄於 2008-12-31 發行的專輯《Before I Self-Destruct (International Version)》。作詞、作曲皆為Curtis Jackson、André Romell Young。經魔鏡 AI 音訊分析，全曲調性為 D 大調、速度約每分鐘 129 拍、整體情緒歡快。魔鏡歌詞網收錄本曲的完整歌詞、吉他和弦譜、卡拉OK 同步歌詞，皆可免費查看。

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作曲 Curtis Jackson、André Romell Young

作詞 Curtis Jackson、André Romell Young

調性D 大調節奏129 BPM 情緒歡快 AI 音訊分析

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***** 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 - 艾敬更多更詳盡歌詞在 ※ Mojim.org 魔鏡歌詞網 https://mojim.org/song/艾敬-Death-To-My-Enemies-520324

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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

DDmDGGmDmD

***** try me, son, he best have the heat on him

DmDAD

Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him

DmDEmDGm

Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass

DmAmDG

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

GmDF#AD

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

GDmADmDGm

***** front on me, the goons and goblins come out

Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out

GDmEDDm

They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie

EDmGmD

Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow

Gm

They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now

D

Hair trigger, stare bitch, yeah, I'll flip

DmF#

Six shot semi-assault, let it off at your will

DEmGGm

Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz

DmADmD

D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did

AD

It be your tombstone and your ****ing grave they dig

Gm

Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs

D

I'm like Damien, mother****er, when I start gettin' loose on y

Gm

Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya

EmGGm

I make it hard to breathe

GD

I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat

A

Have you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street

GmEmGD

Try me, son, he best have the heat on him

EmD

Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him

F#mDADG

Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass

GmGADGD

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

AEDGmDAmEmDE

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

GD

Yeah, niggas send me the wrong messag

GD

We gon' ****ing kill the messenge

BmF#DG

Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya

GmGAmD

This ain't the Carter, bitch, this is Spart

ADAD

It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father

GmDG

Let off a clip or let a case off

GmBmDG

I have your bitch ass runnin' like a race hors

CmC

Follow orders now yeah shoot his face off

GmCA

You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun

DmEmA

See how when you listen to me, all of the cash gone

DA

I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect

DF#mDDm

I was deceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz

GmDmGGmG

This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch

GmGDF#m

Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks

AmF#mDF#DmG

It's horrific, nah, it's terrific

DGDmGmDm

I got it if you sniff it, go head, nigga, twist I

GGmD

Get lifted, goddamn, I'm gifted

AmDE

Try me, son, he best have the heat on him

DGDm

Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him

GmGDmADAmA

Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass

DmDGmDmGmD

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

GmDmDAmEDDmF#mF#

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

DDmGmG

Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em, then they ride on 'em

DmADmAmDm

Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em

DDmD

Head shot, .40 Glock, blow his mind on him

GmDmGm

They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em

GDADA

Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch m

DF#mADB

I move proper, go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me

DAF#mA

That 430 Spider, carbon fiber

GDBm

And my dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter

DmBmGDm

Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider

DADmD

The mac'll fire, mask like Michael Myers

DmF#mABmD

It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit

EDA

No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass

DAmD

You can explain to my mother****ers while they whoop your ass

EABm

My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it

DBmA

Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in

DAF#mD

Get money, get bread, that's what I do, kid

EAAmD

Try me, son, he best have the heat on him

BmF#mDBm

Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him

GAC#mDDmA#

Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass

DmDDmDG

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

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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 D 大調、速度約每分鐘 129 拍、整體情緒歡快。主要和弦為 D、Dm、G、Gm。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）

歌詞解析

一句話主旨

以強烈的對抗語氣描繪權力與暴力的生存遊戲。

主題

街頭權力結構中的敵我關係與生存競爭，透過暴力與金錢交換展現勢力對抗。

情緒

充滿敵意、威脅與冷靜的掌控感，混合暴力與金錢的誘惑與恐懼。

意象與手法

運用武器（槍、刀）、金錢（現金、財富）、街頭文化符號（幫派、戰鬥）建構暴力詩意，以重複句式強化「敵我對立」的宿命感。

重點句解讀

1. 「I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie」

（我給予兄弟金錢，讓他們對我的敵人下殺手。）

解讀金錢與暴力的交換關係，凸顯黑幫生態中利益與權力的連結。

2. 「It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father」

（更殘酷，我死後將成為殉道者，被當作父親般尊敬。）

解讀將自我犧牲神話化，強化角色的悲壯與不可戰勝的象徵。

3. 「My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it」

（錢來時我的手癢，難以解釋這種感覺。）

解讀金錢誘惑與暴力衝動的緊密關聯，暗示貪婪與暴力的雙生性。

適合情境

面對強勢對手時的警告語氣、街頭文化題材的電影配樂、或個人處於權力爭奪情境時的自我心理建設。

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）。

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常見問題

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Death To My Enemies是誰作詞作曲的？

Death To My Enemies（艾敬）作詞 Curtis Jackson、André Romell Young，作曲 Curtis Jackson、André Romell Young。

Death To My Enemies是誰唱的？

Death To My Enemies由艾敬演唱，完整歌詞與歌曲解析可在魔鏡歌詞網查看。

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