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
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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
G#BEm
作詞 : DUDLEY, TERENCE QUENTIN/JACKSON, CURTIS
GDAAmE
Nobody likes me
GDF#mEm
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
GEm
Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
D
...And I don't like y'all anyway
A
**** all y'all!!
EEm
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
D
My gat talk for me
C
BLAT! Wutup homie
AmE
For niggas who don't know me
EmGEmDAAm
...They wanna blow me 'cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
EEm
I came into rap humble, I don't give a **** now
EDC
Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
EEm
Coke price go up, cats is come down
GEDA
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
AmEEm
The niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
DCAm
They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
Em
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
DA
I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****in head like a Hindu
Em
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
D
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
CAmEm
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold shit
ED
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
AAm
The thug, they pop shit
E
The thug that pop clips
Em
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
DC
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
Em
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
DDmAmC#mEm
Scream murder! （I don't believe you!）
D
Murder! (**** around and leave you!)
EmEA
Murder! （I don't believe you!）
Murder, murder! （Your life's on the line!）
Am
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
F#mB
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
EmB
Make me catch her on the late night
EmD
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
DmAEmG
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
EmGA
Not a pretty bitch but my moms think I'm handsome
AmA
I hate to hear 'He say, She say' shit
EmD
Unless he say she say she on my dick
AC
It's no coincidence, niggas who **** wit me get shot up
GB
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
AEm
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
DA
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
Em
You heard that shit? Yeah, 50 really took on em
DCAm
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
CEEmDAAmC#mAEmAmBmDCAmEEm
You just a small player in this game, play a part son
EDA
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
AmC#mE
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
EmAmEmD
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
EmA
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar
AmA
And TV's in the dash, pa
AmAE
See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
B
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
EG#mBEm
I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up
A
Keep my rent split up
DA
Get outta line, I get you hit up （Wooo!）
EmGEm
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
AmAEm
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
DC#mA
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
AmCG
I'ma say this shit now and never again
BEmG
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
EmC#mAm
The games you playin, you get killed like that
FC
Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
EmAmA
See me when you see me nigga, one
AmFGDmEmAmCFCGCAmEF
（One）
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
GGmEm
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
You gon make me catch her on the late night
DAEmGEmGDAAmAEmDACGmBEmEEmDAEmGEmBmDAAmAEmDC#mACC#mBEmGEmDAEmGEmGDAEmDC#mACGmB
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 小調、速度約每分鐘 92 拍、整體情緒憂傷。主要和弦為 Em、A、D、Am。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
以強烈自我肯定與對抗態度，展現個人在社會現實中的生存與掙扎。
主題
個人在社會壓力與幫派文化中的自我定位，透過直接宣言表達對敵對者與現實的不屑，並強調自身力量與獨立性。
情緒
焦躁、叛逆、自信與壓抑的敵意，混合著對現實的嘲諷與對自身處境的無奈。
意象與手法
1. 擬人化與象徵：如「我的手表替我說話，我的車子替我說話」，將物質符號轉化為個人權威的延伸。
2. 直接對話與衝突：以「你別想碰我」、「你別招惹我」等口語化語句製造緊張對峙感。
3. 幫派文化符碼：引用「開槍」、「槍戰」、「幫派」等元素，建構地下社會的生存遊戲規則。
重點句解讀
1. 「I came into rap humble, I don't give a now」
→ 從低調起步到如今無畏態度的轉變，反映個人在現實中逐漸學會以強硬姿態自保。
2. 「My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see」
→ 強調語言的穿透力，透過歌詞創造具象形象，使聽眾對自身立場產生共鳴。
3. 「You just a small player in this game, play a part son」
→ 指出社會競爭中角色的階層差異，暗示對方僅是遊戲中的無足輕重角色。
4. 「We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends」
→ 明確劃清界線，拒絕情感聯結，強化個人主義與防備心態。
適合情境
面對壓力時自我鼓勵、參與激烈競爭場合、或需表達個人立場與底線時聆聽。
魔鏡站長解析
魔鏡站長
這首歌聽起來確實非常有衝擊力，譚維維展現了極為罕見的狠勁與攻擊性。這不是那種溫柔婉約的敘事，而是直接把那種街頭生存、對抗質疑的憤怒，毫無保留地釋放出來。作為一個聽過不少作品的樂迷，我能感受到她在詮釋這類硬核節奏時，那種試圖打破刻板印象的企圖心。她不再是那個站在舞台中央追求完美的歌手，而是化身為一個對著世界冷笑、拒絕妥協的鬥士。
整首歌的節奏感非常強烈，那種強勢且不留餘地的語氣，彷彿是在對著所有質疑者下戰帖。這類作品或許不適合在心情平靜的午後聆聽，但當你需要一種力量來對抗生活中的壓迫感，或是想感受那種極致的自我主張時，這首歌會是非常好的選擇。它真實得有些刺耳，卻也因為這份坦蕩與強硬，讓人對她作為表演者的多面性，有了更深刻的認識。
歌曲冷知識
・歌詞開頭以直白且充滿挑釁的口吻，展現出與眾人對立、毫不在乎他人眼光的強硬姿態。
・透過描述名錶、豪車與街頭生存法則，具體化了歌詞中那種「一切由實力說話」的硬派嘻哈意象。
・副歌運用層層堆疊的「殺人」呼喊，將生命懸於一線的緊迫感與對決情緒推升至最高點。
・結尾處不僅點名了嘻哈圈的指標人物，更以「八小節內足以致人於死地」的狂妄宣告，展現對自身饒舌實力的極致自信。