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 - 艾敬
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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
C#mC#CF#F#m
作詞 : DUDLEY, TERENCE QUENTIN/JACKSON, CURTIS
C#mFmC#F#mC#mF#C#mF#
Nobody likes me
CA#mF#E
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
BC#mEm
Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
EEmAB
...And I don't like y'all anyway
E
**** all y'all!!
EmD#mA
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
BmB
My gat talk for me
Bm
BLAT! Wutup homie
F#C#mBC#m
For niggas who don't know me
F#C#mC#C#m
...They wanna blow me 'cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
F#mC#mF#
I came into rap humble, I don't give a **** now
F#mF#
Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
F#mC#mF#C#m
Coke price go up, cats is come down
F#mAEC#m
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
BmEC#m
The niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
C#C#m
They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
F#
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
F#mF#C#m
I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****in head like a Hindu
F#mEF#C#mF#m
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
C#mAEBm
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
BBmEmEA
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold shit
AmEA
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
DBBm
The thug, they pop shit
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The thug that pop clips
EmA
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
AmAEm
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
ABF#BmF#B
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
F#mBmC#mF#m
Scream murder! （I don't believe you!）
EAAmB
Murder! (**** around and leave you!)
AE
Murder! （I don't believe you!）
DAmAEmB
Murder, murder! （Your life's on the line!）
BmAC#m
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
D#mBEG#mD
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
BmG#mC#A
Make me catch her on the late night
AmABmB
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
ED
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
AmABBm
Not a pretty bitch but my moms think I'm handsome
F#mAAmEm
I hate to hear 'He say, She say' shit
BAC#m
Unless he say she say she on my dick
D#BE
It's no coincidence, niggas who **** wit me get shot up
AAmABmBBm
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
EmF#C#m
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
C#C#mC#C#mF#B
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
F#
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
F#mC#mF#C#m
You heard that shit? Yeah, 50 really took on em
F#mC#mAmA
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
BBmG#mF#C#F#mAF#mF#F#mF#F#mEF#mC#mC#C#mAC#
You just a small player in this game, play a part son
C#mAAmAF#m
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
F#BmEA
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Am
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
ADBmB
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar
EmBEAm
And TV's in the dash, pa
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See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
EmDF#
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
BmDBmDBm
I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up
C#mEm
Keep my rent split up
EAAmA
Get outta line, I get you hit up （Wooo!）
BBmE
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
DA
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
EBBmC#m
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
BE
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
BmG#mC#mEmE
I'ma say this shit now and never again
AmBAm
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
EmED
The games you playin, you get killed like that
AB
Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
F#mA
See me when you see me nigga, one
AmDBBmAC#mBEEmEAAmEmBAC#mB
（One）
D#mEEmE
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
AmD#AmB
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
BmF#F#mAG#m
You gon make me catch her on the late night
D#mEAAmD#GEmBmBGC#mAC#mAC#mF#
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit 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 E 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
《Lifes On The Line》調性為 E 大調、速度約每分鐘 129 拍、整體情緒歡快。主要和弦為 A、C#m、B、E。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
歌曲透過強烈的語言與意象，表達對敵對勢力的警告與自我保護的態度。
主題
主題圍繞著街頭生存、個人防衛與對敵對者的威脅，展現出一種強硬的自我保護意識。
情緒
情緒充滿張力與敵意，帶有威脅、防備與自信的複雜情緒。
意象與手法
使用街頭文化符號（如「gat」、「whip」、「bricks」）與直接對話式敘述，強化角色的立場與危險氛圍。
重點句解讀
1. 「My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me」：透過個人配飾象徵地位與權力，暗示自身價值無需多言。
2. 「I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold shit」：揭示主角的過去與現狀，強調其生存經驗與不妥協的本質。
3. 「You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away」：警告對手不要輕舉妄動，否則後果嚴重，展現極度防備。
4. 「We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends」：明確劃清界限，強調敵對關係與無退讓餘地的態度。
適合情境
適合在需要展現個人防衛意識或面對敵對時的緊張氛圍中聆聽，如街頭文化相關場合或個人情緒宣洩時。
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）。