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Death To My Enemies

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

以強烈暴力意象描繪對敵人毫不妥協的對抗與報復決心。

〈Death To My Enemies〉是衛詩演唱的歌曲，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 C# 小調、速度約每分鐘 108 拍、整體情緒憂傷。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C# 小調節奏108 BPM 情緒憂傷 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 - 衛詩更多更詳盡歌詞在 ※ Mojim.org 魔鏡歌詞網 https://mojim.org/song/衛詩-Death-To-My-Enemies-612449

對拍微調

[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

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

C#AC#mBE

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

DAC#mC#BF#

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

C#mDmC#F#mFmC#F#mG#D#m

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

F#EG#mC#mAF#EAm

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

FmDmG#mBEm

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

G#mAmC#mE

Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out

G#mAB

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

F#mG#C#mE

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

F#mAA#mCm

They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now

GmEmF#A

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

C#mEmC#m

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

D#F#A#mC#

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

G#F#C#mBm

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

F#EC#C#m

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

EC#F#B

Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs

FAC#A#m

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

DGmC#

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

D#mDG#

I make it hard to breathe

C#C#mFmG#mG#

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

C#DF#mC#E

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

D#mAmDmF#m

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

CmDC#m

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

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

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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

GmACmF#Bm

Yeah, niggas send me the wrong messag

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We gon' ****ing kill the messenge

AF#mEmF#B

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

C#mD#mBmB

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

FmA#F#mC#F#m

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

C#mAmDD#mG#m

Let off a clip or let a case off

EmEC#mF#

I have your bitch ass runnin' like a race hors

EC#m

Follow orders now yeah shoot his face off

EC#F#mC#m

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

EF#E

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

F#mF#AC#m

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

F#C#Bm

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

BC#mC#C#m

This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch

G#mAmE

Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks

EmG#mC#mF#m

It's horrific, nah, it's terrific

EA#mG#mD#m

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

G#D#mA

Get lifted, goddamn, I'm gifted

F#G#

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

C#mEEm

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

F#FmEBmD#mAF#mEC#

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

G#mC#D#FmA#mD#

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

G#mD#G#mA#mC#F#mBAm

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

EDC#FC

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

GmEBmFm

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

EG#C#mCD

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

G#D#EmD

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

ADC#mCBm

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

DBAmEmD

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

F#DBmF#m

That 430 Spider, carbon fiber

F#DmF#

And my dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter

GmF#mF#E

Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider

F#Am

The mac'll fire, mask like Michael Myers

GmFmG#mFm

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

G#FFmF

No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass

AFA#m

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

C#C#mBmBC#m

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

EABm

Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in

BC#mGDm

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

AFmEDm

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

C#mAEGG#m

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

BmAAmDAmD#Fm

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

F#F#mFm

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

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 C# 小調、速度約每分鐘 108 拍、整體情緒憂傷。主要和弦為 C#m、E、F#、C#。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）

歌詞解析

一句話主旨

以強烈暴力意象描繪對敵人毫不妥協的對抗與報復決心。

主題

街頭權力鬥爭、敵我意識形態的對立，以及透過暴力手段達成個人利益與威懾。

情緒

冷酷、敵意、威脅性與壓抑的焦躁感，帶有強烈的侵略性與不安全感。

意象與手法

運用「屍體裝袋」「槍戰」「黑幫符碼」等具衝擊性的街頭文化意象，搭配重複句式與粗礪語感，強化暴力與權力的緊張關係。比喻如「Damien」「Lucifer」暗示主角如惡魔般具有破壞性，並透過「Money」與「Death」的交換關係，揭櫫金錢與暴力的共鳴。

重點句解讀

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

原文短句強調「金錢」與「殺戮」的共生關係，顯示主角透過暴力手段為手下創造利益，反映黑幫生態中利益與暴力的緊密連結。

2. 「Try me, son, he best have the heat on him」

挑釁語氣直接對敵人下戰書，暗示對方若挑戰主角，必須做好承受強烈對抗的準備，凸顯主角的戒備與攻擊性。

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

裡頭隱含「自我神化」的傾向，將自身定位為不容挑戰的權威，甚至願意以死亡換取「 martyr（殉道者）」的神聖形象，強化其不容置疑的威懾力。

適合情境

面對激烈競爭、個人信念遭挑戰，或需展現強硬態度的場合，如黑幫對抗、街頭鬥爭場景，或表達對敵人無情對抗的決心。

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？

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Death To My Enemies是誰作詞作曲的？

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

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