***** 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 - 車子
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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
A#DmA#DmCA#mFA#mF#A#AmA#m
***** try me, son, he best have the heat on him
FA#mD
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
DmDCFmFBmA#
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
A#mFAmFAmDDm
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
BmCFA#F
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
AmFAm
***** front on me, the goons and goblins come out
DmFmDm
Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out
BD#mFA#m
They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie
CDmFDmF
Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow
A#mF#A#mD
They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now
DmDC
Hair trigger, stare bitch, yeah, I'll flip
FBmA#
Six shot semi-assault, let it off at your will
A#mFAm
Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz
FAmDmC#
D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did
CBA#AmG#
It be your tombstone and your ****ing grave they dig
AmDC#Fm
Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
D#mFEAm
I'm like Damien, mother****er, when I start gettin' loose on y
DDm
Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya
C
I make it hard to breathe
AmFA#mF
I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat
Am
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
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曲解析
《Death To My Enemies》調性為 F 大調、速度約每分鐘 108 拍、整體情緒溫暖。主要和弦為 F、Am、Dm、A#m。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
以強烈的敵對與權力掙扎，展現黑幫世界中的殘酷生存遊戲。
主題
歌詞聚焦於幫派鬥爭、報復與金錢權力的交換，描繪主角對敵人的極端敵意與掌控欲，並透過暴力與財富的雙重象徵，凸顯地下世界的生存邏輯。
情緒
充滿侵略性與威脅感，混合冷靜自負與暴烈情緒，展現對敵人無情碾壓的決心與對自身權力的驕傲。
意象與手法
1. 暴力場景的具象化：如「put your body in a bag」、「blow his mind on him」等，以直接敘述強化血腥與殘忍的視覺衝擊。
2. 金錢與暴力的連結：「I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie」暗示利益與暴力的共生關係。
3. 比喻與誇張：將自身比作「Lucifer」、「Al-Qaeda」，凸顯對抗權威的極端意識。
重點句解讀
1. 「I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie」
中文翻譯我給予幫派成員金錢，讓他們對我的敵人帶來死亡。
解析揭示黑幫生態中「金錢換暴力」的運作模式，展現主角透過經濟支持掌控仇恨與報復的權力。
2. 「This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch」
中文翻譯這就是當貧窮者變成巨人格（Sasquatch）的結果。
解析以傳說生物隱喻社會底層的爆發力，暗示被壓迫者反轉力量後的破壞性。
3. 「My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it」
中文翻譯當錢進來時，我的手癢得難以解釋。
解析描寫對金錢的強烈渴望與焦慮，反映物質欲望與暴力衝動的緊密連結。
適合情境
適合於描繪黑幫對抗、個人面對威脅時的防衛心態，或探討社會不公與
魔鏡站長解析
魔鏡站長
這首歌展現了典型街頭硬派饒舌的張力，節奏強烈且充滿侵略性。作為樂迷，聽這類作品時，我總是被那種近乎電影般的敘事感所吸引，歌詞裡不僅描繪了生存競爭的殘酷，還將自身比喻為難以掌控的力量，透過極具威脅的意象，建構出一種絕對的街頭統治力。那種冷酷的語調，彷彿在深夜駕駛時聽著，會讓人感受到一股被壓抑又隨時可能爆發的躁動。
雖然主題圍繞在衝突與爭鬥，但細品之下，這其實是一個人對於自身地位與財富掌控的極致展演。歌手用一種近乎狂傲的口吻，把對手與現實的阻礙通通拋諸腦後，那種將壓力轉化為生存動力的倔強，雖然帶有戾氣，卻也真實反映了某些環境下不得不硬起來的生存哲學。如果你想體驗那種腎上腺素飆升、充滿壓迫感的音樂氛圍，這首歌絕對能讓你感受到那種不容忽視的硬派態度。
歌曲冷知識
・歌詞中大量運用具威脅性的軍事與犯罪意象，營造出冷酷且強勢的敘事氛圍。
・運用「達米安」與「路西法」等超自然邪惡形象，強化主角在歌曲中不可一世的壓迫感。
・藉由「許願大師」與「麥可·邁爾斯」等恐怖電影元素，將暴力描寫轉化為令人不安的視覺聯想。
・歌曲透過重複的副歌結構，強調金錢與暴力之間密不可分的權力連結。