Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cause I don't like y'all anyway
Man, I don't like y'all anyway
**** all y'all
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, blow, what up, homie?
Even niggas who don't know me, they wanna blow me
Cause the shit I floss with is saying a lot for me
I came in the rap humble, I don't give a **** now
I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats'll come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
Niggas who hustle for me they don't even stash tracks
They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack
When I don't like a b***h, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****ing head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me
OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be
I'm that b***h that sold coke, the b***h that sold dope
The nigga that shot dice, went broke and sold soap
The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick
Niggas ain't in his right mind going against me
My picture's painted the 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 trying to figure out how y'all started me
You gon' make me catch you on the late night
Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six
I'm not a marksmen while sparking so I spray random
Not a pretty mother****er, but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear 'he say, she say' shit
Unless he say she said she on my d**k
It's no coincidence, niggas who **** with me get shot up
Do it Cali style, drive by and tear ya block up
You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front
I stay with the Mac 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like "Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em"
You heard that shit? 'Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em'
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son
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
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car, NASCAR
Truck with a crash bar and TV's in the dash, pa
See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't trying
I ain't lying, I sip Dom P til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up
Get outta line, I get you hit up
Now if you say my name in your rhyme you better 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
Imma 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 playing, you get killed like that
Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me nigga, what?
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 trying to figure out how y'all started me
You gon' make me catch you on the late night
Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six
Your Life's on the Line - 車子
更多更詳盡歌詞在 ※ Mojim.org 魔鏡歌詞網
https://mojim.org/song/車子-Your-Life-s-on-the-Line-525310
[00:11.60]Nobody likes me
[00:16.72]Nobody likes me, but that's okay
[00:20.56]Cause I don't like y'all anyway
[00:21.94]Man, I don't like y'all anyway
[00:24.59]**** all y'all
[00:26.00]I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
[00:28.52]My gat talk for me, blow, what up, homie?
[00:31.76]Even niggas who don't know me, they wanna blow me
[00:33.94]Cause the shit I floss with is saying a lot for me
[00:36.63]I came in the rap humble, I don't give a **** now
[00:39.60]I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
[00:41.17]Coke price go up, cats'll come down
[00:44.40]The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
[00:46.60]Niggas who hustle for me they don't even stash tracks
[00:49.15]They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack
[00:51.70]When I don't like a b***h, I don't pretend to
[00:54.80]I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****ing head like a Hindu
[00:56.87]Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me
[00:59.50]OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be
[01:01.51]I'm that b***h that sold coke, the b***h that sold dope
[01:04.39]The nigga that shot dice, went broke and sold soap
[01:06.91]The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips
[01:09.68]The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick
[01:12.16]Niggas ain't in his right mind going against me
[01:14.65]My picture's painted the words that make a blind man see
[01:17.81]Scream murder, I don't believe you
[01:20.48]Murder, **** around and leave you
[01:22.47]Murder, I don't believe you
[01:24.97]Murder, murder your life's on the line
[01:27.79]Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
[01:29.98]I'm trying to figure out how y'all started me
[01:32.47]You gon' make me catch you on the late night
[01:34.30]Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six
[01:37.63]I'm not a marksmen while sparking so I spray random
[01:40.50]Not a pretty mother****er, but my moms think I'm handsome
[01:42.77]I hate to hear 'he say, she say' shit
[01:45.28]Unless he say she said she on my d**k
[01:47.98]It's no coincidence, niggas who **** with me get shot up
[01:50.82]Do it Cali style, drive by and tear ya block up
[01:53.17]You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front
[01:55.37]I stay with the Mac 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
[01:58.10]In the hood they be like "Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em"
[02:01.20]You heard that shit? 'Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em'
[02:03.40]Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
[02:06.11]You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son
[02:08.95]Scream murder, I don't believe you
[02:11.40]Murder, **** around and leave you
[02:13.73]Murder, I don't believe you
[02:16.25]Murder, murder your life's on the line
[02:19.00]These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
[02:21.30]That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes
[02:23.82]Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car, NASCAR
[02:27.80]Truck with a crash bar and TV's in the dash, pa
[02:29.60]See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa
[02:34.60]I catch stunts when I ain't trying
[02:35.70]I ain't lying, I sip Dom P til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up
[02:39.88]Get outta line, I get you hit up
[02:41.35]Now if you say my name in your rhyme you better watch what you say
[02:44.23]You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
[02:46.94]Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars
[02:49.68]50, umm... Jay-Z and Nas
[02:52.20]Imma say this shit now and never again
[02:54.63]We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends
[02:57.23]The games you playing, you get killed like that
[02:59.73]Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that
[03:02.22]See me when you see me nigga, what?
[03:04.76]Scream murder, I don't believe you
[03:07.45]Murder, **** around and leave you
[03:10.11]Murder, I don't believe you
[03:12.81]Murder, murder your life's on the line
[03:15.35]Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
[03:17.58]I'm trying to figure out how y'all started me
[03:19.92]You gon' make me catch you on the late night
[03:22.15]Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six
移調 原調
CAmFFmGmC#A#mED
Nobody likes me
CEDmFGAmE
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
EmF
Cause I don't like y'all anyway
A#mFAmGmG
Man, I don't like y'all anyway
EmGA#
**** all y'all
FBmAmCm
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
EmCFmCCmC
My gat talk for me, blow, what up, homie?
EmBmAmC
Even niggas who don't know me, they wanna blow me
FFmEFAmD#
Cause the shit I floss with is saying a lot for me
AmF#mAmEA
I came in the rap humble, I don't give a **** now
I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
FmEF#C#mBEC#m
Coke price go up, cats'll come down
AF#mDBm
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
EAAmADF
Niggas who hustle for me they don't even stash tracks
FmCFAmGm
They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack
EmA#EFmCmAm
When I don't like a b***h, I don't pretend to
CCmD
I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****ing head like a Hindu
FmCmBAmA
Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me
EmAmEDm
OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be
FDAmC
I'm that b***h that sold coke, the b***h that sold dope
A#mAmFmCGm
The nigga that shot dice, went broke and sold soap
DGAGFm
The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips
CGmCEm
The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick
FmCFD#
Niggas ain't in his right mind going against me
EmGmGEmGFm
My picture's painted the words that make a blind man see
FEmCCmC
Scream murder, I don't believe you
D#mBmF#D
Murder, **** around and leave you
D#F#D#DAm
Murder, I don't believe you
ABAmEA
Murder, murder your life's on the line
F#mDE
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
AAmF
I'm trying to figure out how y'all started me
FmCF#A
You gon' make me catch you on the late night
EmAAmEGEmE
Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six
CGFFm
I'm not a marksmen while sparking so I spray random
AGAE
Not a pretty mother****er, but my moms think I'm handsome
GAmEmA#F
I hate to hear 'he say, she say' shit
GCEm
Unless he say she said she on my d**k
FFmCmEmD#D#m
It's no coincidence, niggas who **** with me get shot up
CmCGA#Dm
Do it Cali style, drive by and tear ya block up
D#mFG#D#
You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front
FGGmEm
I stay with the Mac 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
GEmGCmF
In the hood they be like "Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em"
EmCAm
You heard that shit? 'Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em'
CCmCC#mC
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
CmG#mGmG#m
You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son
D#GmEA
Scream murder, I don't believe you
EDF#mA
Murder, **** around and leave you
AmADmF
Murder, I don't believe you
A#mF#mDmAmEmAm
Murder, murder your life's on the line
DDmFFmAm
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
CFAmDmF
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes
A#EAC#mCAm
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car, NASCAR
FmA#Cm
Truck with a crash bar and TV's in the dash, pa
CEmEFEmGGmG
See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa
EmG
I catch stunts when I ain't trying
BmFCCmGA#m
I ain't lying, I sip Dom P til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up
FmCG
Get outta line, I get you hit up
G#mF#GACmFm
Now if you say my name in your rhyme you better watch what you say
FCCmF
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
AmFmDA#mCmF
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars
BmDFF#mF
50, umm... Jay-Z and Nas
DF#mEC#mA
Imma say this shit now and never again
DEA
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends
AmAFC
The games you playing, you get killed like that
BAGC
Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that
GFC
See me when you see me nigga, what?
EmGmFFm
Scream murder, I don't believe you
G#mGEmE
Murder, **** around and leave you
CGDmFBmF
Murder, I don't believe you
AmCGmFFm
Murder, murder your life's on the line
CFmGmAmG
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
CAmA#F
I'm trying to figure out how y'all started me
FmCAmEmGm
You gon' make me catch you on the late night
EmFmCGCFmFBmCCmFmAmFG#FA#FmCmBmAG#GmCmCEC#mADBAFFmEGEmAmEmFmFCGA#mFFmEEmGCAmDmFA#FmAmCEFCGmGGmEGmDmFCEmCFmCmCGEmGFmFCFmCFmAmA#mFmCmBmC#CGmAmEC#mADEmAFCA#AmECEFmCmFEmGmEmCFmFCEmDmEmAAmDmFDmCmGCEmFGAmGEmCBmFGCGEmGA#CCmGCCmFCG#AmCmEG#DmCmFmF#DG#A#F#mAmF#mEC#mAAmADFAAmFFmFAmGAmBmDmDFCCmEBmFFmCCmDmDGCAmFA#DmCEmGFCFmEGEEmCmDmBmA#mGmG#EEmFCEmGmEmGEmCFCmFmCFmCCmCCmF#mC#mFFmCG#mGmAmA#mEC#mGmEF#mDEmAAmFEmGmECAmDmFCGmCDmA#CEmGAmDmG#CGmCEmDmFCGEmGDmFFmFGmCEmCGFmAmF#mEmCGC#mDFBmFCmCCmG#A#G#GmADmCBmFF#EC#mADBAmAFA#FmEmAmBmAmGmFA#mFDmAmCGFmCC#ADmDCEA#FmGmGCEmCGmFEmGmCA#mAmEmA#DmFCG#mEmFCD#GmEDEmDGFmFA#mFCGmAmA#mAmCmCG#FA#mF#mG#mGCEAF#mDAEAAmFA#mFEEmECEmAmFmA#FG#FmAmEFmFCEmEGmAmEDmFDmCFmCGEmGFDmFCEmCFCGEmGFC
Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in 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 C 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。
跟這首歌對話
AI 依歌詞回答（免費，僅供參考）
曲解析
《Your Life's on the Line》調性為 C 大調、速度約每分鐘 129 拍、整體情緒歡快。主要和弦為 C、F、Em、Am。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
以強悍態度宣示自身權力與威懾力。
主題
街頭文化中的自我肯定、權力鬥爭與生存哲學，透過自誇與威脅展現對抗性人格。
情緒
強烈、攻擊性、自信與孤傲並存，帶有對現實的嘲諷與防禦性。
意象與手法
1. 物質象徵：以「watch（手錶）」「whip（車）」「gat（槍）」等符號暗示財富與武力，凸顯地位。
2. 過去與現在的對比：從「賣毒」「破產」到「掌控局面」，展現個人奮鬥與轉變。
3. 重複與強化：副歌「Murder, your life's on the line」反覆強調威脅，製造緊張感。
重點句解讀
1. 「Nobody likes me, but that's okay」
表面接受被排斥，實則以「我不喜歡你們」反轉被動，展現自我中心的態度。
2. 「My picture's painted the words that make a blind man see」
自我形象如語言般具象，暗示其行為與言辭具有震撼力，能突破常規認知。
3. 「You gon' make me catch you
魔鏡站長解析
魔鏡站長
這首歌聽起來有股濃厚的街頭火藥味，那是當年那個還沒大紅大紫的歌手，在困境中磨出的傲氣。整首作品節奏極快，充滿了那種毫無保留的挑釁與自信，歌詞裡頭沒有什麼修飾，直接把那種在生存邊緣掙扎、對周遭一切充滿防備與憤怒的情緒，像子彈一樣直直地射出來。
站長覺得最耐人尋味的是，他一邊在歌詞裡展現那種拒人於千里之外的冷酷，一邊又忍不住去對比那些只會誇大虛構的同行。這不僅僅是在嗆聲，更像是一種對真實經歷的捍衛。如果你想感受那種最原始、最硬派的嘻哈態度，這首歌絕對是一個很好的切入點。它適合在深夜一個人獨處的時候聽，那種壓迫感與能量，會讓你對這位歌手後來的人生轉折，有更深一層的感觸與理解。音樂不只是旋律，有時候，它就是一個人在最艱難的時候，對世界發出的最後通牒。
歌曲冷知識
・開篇以自嘲式的直白口吻，確立了與周遭環境格格不入且充滿對立的強硬姿態。
・歌詞巧妙運用擬人化修辭，讓名錶、跑車與武器成為替自己發言的載體，展現強烈的物質優越感。
・透過對嘻哈圈內「說唱與現實不符」現象的嘲諷，強調自身經歷與作品真實性之間的連結。
・副歌透過不斷重複的「謀殺」意象，將衝突張力堆疊至頂點，營造出充滿威脅感的緊張氛圍。