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Death To My Enemies

虎二 · Before I Self-Destruct (International Version) · 2008-12-31

以暴力與財富為武器，宣示對敵人的絕對壓制與自我保護。

〈Death To My Enemies〉是虎二演唱的歌曲，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 F# 小調、速度約每分鐘 161 拍、整體情緒激昂。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F# 小調節奏161 BPM 情緒激昂 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 - 虎二更多更詳盡歌詞在 ※ Mojim.org 魔鏡歌詞網 https://mojim.org/song/虎二-Death-To-My-Enemies-669482

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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

D#A#F#D

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

CmGmD

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

GmD#CmA#BmD

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

CmD#GmCm

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

GmGDCCmD#GmA#

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

FmFF#m

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

F#G

Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out

GmA#GmA

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

AmCmF#mCCmGm

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

D#GmCAm

They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now

CCmF#mDGGm

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

AD#C

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

DG

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

GmAA#GmD#Gm

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

DDmDCm

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

A#FAm

Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs

DmA#GmC

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

AmGmGDF#m

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

GmDGmG

I make it hard to breathe

CmA#F

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

DmA#D#Gm

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

D#AD#CmAm

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

FAmD#F#A#m

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

EmF#EC#GBmGBm

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

F#BmGDF#

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

BmGDF#BmD#mC

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

EmADF#m

Yeah, niggas send me the wrong messag

G

We gon' ****ing kill the messenge

EEmA#mF#Bm

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

BEm

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

AD

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

BmGC#C#mF#

Let off a clip or let a case off

A#mF#BmF#Bm

I have your bitch ass runnin' like a race hors

F#mC#mAD

Follow orders now yeah shoot his face off

EmD

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

F#mEmF#

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

BmB

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

F#mC#mC#F#mC#mBm

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

DF#mC#

This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch

FmC#G#mBC#

Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks

C#mF#C#m

It's horrific, nah, it's terrific

G#

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

D#mEG#D#mG#m

Get lifted, goddamn, I'm gifted

G#

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

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

CmG#CmD#mG#mG#

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

F#F#m

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

EEmG#

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

EC#mG#G#m

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

G#C#mA

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

EG#C#m

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

AE

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

G#F#m

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

BEA

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

C#mD#mF#mG#

That 430 Spider, carbon fiber

C#C#mC#

And my dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter

DF#mB

Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider

EC#m

The mac'll fire, mask like Michael Myers

D#mBCmG#C#m

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

No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass

AF#mE

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

G#C#m

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

AF#mEG#m

Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in

G#EC

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

AmGBmB

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

EEmC

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

GEm

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

BmF#B

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

EEmAmF#mAmBEmAmCBAmDGCEmAmBEmEG#mEAmDGCAmBEm

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 F# 小調、速度約每分鐘 161 拍、整體情緒激昂。主要和弦為 D、Gm、F#m、G。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）

歌詞解析

一句話主旨

以暴力與財富為武器，宣示對敵人的絕對壓制與自我保護。

主題

歌詞聚焦於黑幫文化中的生存鬥爭，探討權力、報復與金錢的雙重邏輯，展現對敵人的極端敵意與對自身地位的強烈自信。

情緒

充滿侵略性與威脅感，夾雜狂躁、冷靜計算與自我膨脹的張力，情緒層次從譏諷到瘋狂逐步升級。

意象與手法

運用「屍體裝袋」「槍聲」「現金機」「撒旦」等具象暴力符號，搭配「財富鏈條」「街頭規則」等隱喻，透過重複副歌強化主題，並以黑人俚語與幫派文化語彙建構真實感。

重點句解讀

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

財富成為暴力的催化劑，透過金錢支持手下執行復仇，展現「以暴制暴」的權力結構。

2. 「I'm like Damien, motherer, when I start gettin' loose on y」

自比基督教傳說中撒旦之子，暗示自身具有毀滅性力量，強化敵人對其恐懼。

3. 「This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch」

將「無產者」轉化為「大腳怪」，隱喻被壓迫者爆發的野性力量，批判社會不公。

4. 「Get money, get bread, that's what I do, kid」

直白闡述生存信條，將金錢視為唯一價值，反映街頭文化中的現實主義。

適合情境

面對競爭壓力時激勵自我、情緒需要宣洩時、或探討社會邊緣群體生存狀態的場合。

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）。

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常見問題

Death To My Enemies的歌詞在講什麼？

以暴力與財富為武器，宣示對敵人的絕對壓制與自我保護。

Death To My Enemies是誰作詞作曲的？

Death To My Enemies（虎二）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由虎二演唱，完整歌詞與歌曲解析可在魔鏡歌詞網查看。

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