***** 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 - 譚維維
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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
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***** try me, son, he best have the heat on him
EmBmBBm
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
FGmCmGm
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
DEmBmGBm
***** front on me, the goons and goblins come out
GAD
Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out
D#mADB
They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie
F#mEmGEm
Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow
GDA
They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now
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Hair trigger, stare bitch, yeah, I'll flip
F#mDGD
Six shot semi-assault, let it off at your will
BmGBmG
Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz
ADAm
D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did
DAmEmF#
It be your tombstone and your ****ing grave they dig
EmAF#m
Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
BBm
I'm like Damien, mother****er, when I start gettin' loose on y
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Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya
Bm
I make it hard to breathe
EmBm
I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat
EmD
Have you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street
BmE
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
G
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
BmDA
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
DBmEBEB
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
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Yeah, niggas send me the wrong messag
DB
We gon' ****ing kill the messenge
F#mBBm
Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya
DBmD
This ain't the Carter, bitch, this is Spart
AD
It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father
EBmE
Let off a clip or let a case off
GEm
I have your bitch ass runnin' like a race hors
AF#mBm
Follow orders now yeah shoot his face off
BBmG
You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun
See how when you listen to me, all of the cash gone
DF#m
I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect
D#mE
I was deceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz
F#m
This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch
Bm
Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks
G#mBmA
It's horrific, nah, it's terrific
DEmD
I got it if you sniff it, go head, nigga, twist I
Get lifted, goddamn, I'm gifted
A
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
EmG
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
EmAGADmAD
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
ADGDGD
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
F#mADF#mAEEmBEm
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
F#BBmB
Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em, then they ride on 'em
BmB
Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em
BmBBmBBm
Head shot, .40 Glock, blow his mind on him
D
They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em
E
Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch m
C
I move proper, go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me
GmGGmGA
That 430 Spider, carbon fiber
AmBBm
And my dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter
BBm
Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider
DDmD
The mac'll fire, mask like Michael Myers
DmEC#m
It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit
EEmEC#m
No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass
GABBm
You can explain to my mother****ers while they whoop your ass
BEmDmD
My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it
GGmG
Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in
F#mA
Get money, get bread, that's what I do, kid
D#mF#mD
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
AEm
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
F#mF#F#mDBm
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
EGGmGD
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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AI 從音訊辨識的主旋律（以 B 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
《Death To My Enemies》調性為 B 小調、速度約每分鐘 129 拍、整體情緒激昂。主要和弦為 D、Bm、G、Em。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨以強硬且具攻擊性的姿態，展現對抗敵手時絕對的支配力與金錢至上的生存法則。
主題權力鬥爭、街頭生存、自我防衛與對敵人的絕對肅清。
情緒充滿敵意、狂傲、壓迫感與冷酷的暴力宣示。
意象與手法
本曲運用大量關於槍械、死亡與犯罪現場的具象化描寫，營造出高張力的街頭對峙氛圍。歌詞透過「獵人與獵物」的視角轉換，將金錢（財富）與暴力（武力）掛鉤，強調兩者作為鞏固地位的核心手段。同時引用神話與恐怖電影角色（如魔鬼、麥可·邁爾斯），強化自身不可違抗的危險形象。
重點句解讀
一、「I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie」（我給那些能終結我敵人生命的人提供金錢）：揭示了歌曲的核心邏輯，即透過財富分配建立起武力支援體系，將暴力行為轉化為一種商業交易。
二、「I'm like Damien, motherfucker, when I start gettin' loose on ya」（當我對你發難時，我簡直就像戴米恩）：引用電影中的惡魔之子，隱喻自己在衝突中具備摧毀性的力量，且行事風格殘酷且不可預測。
三、「This ain't the Carter, bitch, this is Sparta」（這不是卡特，這裡是斯巴達）：運用對比手法，強調這裡非兒戲，而是如古代斯巴達般講求生存競爭與鐵血紀律的殘酷環境。
四、「I move proper, go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me」（我行動謹慎，若想阻攔我，儘管去接下一發子彈）：展現出極度的自信與冷血，將暴力視為阻擋自身前進者必然的代價。
適合情境
適合在需要強調競爭意識、宣示主權，或在健身、高強度訓練等需要激發戰鬥意志的場合聆聽。
*註：此歌詞實際演唱者為 50 Cent，非譚維維，上述解析基於歌詞文本之敘事視角撰寫。*
魔鏡站長解析
魔鏡站長
這首歌其實並非譚維維的作品，而是饒舌歌手五角在專輯中的硬派饒舌。這首作品展現了極度冷冽且充滿侵略性的街頭敘事，歌詞中反覆強調對抗的張力與財富的連結，將那種為了生存與地位而不惜代價的黑暗面，描寫得相當寫實。節奏感強烈且壓迫感十足，聽的時候會有一種身處在黑白邊緣、隨時準備反擊的緊張氣氛。
雖然這不是一般大眾熟悉的流行曲風，但若你喜歡那種直白、粗獷，帶有強烈自我主張的音樂，這首節奏極具穿透力的作品會很適合在深夜獨處時聆聽。它不僅僅是在講述衝突，更像是在宣示一種不容侵犯的態度。如果你想感受那種從底層爬起、帶著一身傲氣與威脅感的饒舌力道，不妨靜下心來，專注在那如機關槍般掃射的韻腳裡，感受那股毫不掩飾的野性與憤怒。
歌曲冷知識
・歌詞中頻繁運用「金錢」與「暴力」的強烈對比，展現出將財富作為驅動衝突的核心動力。
・大量引用流行文化意象如「麥可邁爾斯」與「達米安」，營造出冷酷且具備威懾力的敘事氛圍。
・透過重複的副歌結構，反覆強調對敵手的壓制，強化了整首歌作為對抗宣言的肅殺感。
・歌詞中運用多樣的槍械代稱與動作描述，將街頭衝突的緊張節奏透過文字完整呈現。