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
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[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
FGmDAmEFEm
Nobody likes me
G#AmF#m
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
D#
Cause I don't like y'all anyway
F#mAmCF
Man, I don't like y'all anyway
D#F#m
**** all y'all
AmE
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
FEmAmE
My gat talk for me, blow, what up, homie?
F#m
Even niggas who don't know me, they wanna blow me
GCCm
Cause the shit I floss with is saying a lot for me
AD
I came in the rap humble, I don't give a **** now
EF#
I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
GmF#mGC
Coke price go up, cats'll come down
AC#F#m
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
F#EmF
Niggas who hustle for me they don't even stash tracks
F#mAmDAm
They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack
A#F#mD
When I don't like a b***h, I don't pretend to
GEm
I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****ing head like a Hindu
G#mF#mG
Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me
CGmA
OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be
EmAAmA
I'm that b***h that sold coke, the b***h that sold dope
G#F#E
The nigga that shot dice, went broke and sold soap
AmEmGEm
The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips
AmF#mFm
The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick
AmDA
Niggas ain't in his right mind going against me
AmGC
My picture's painted the words that make a blind man see
FEmD#
Scream murder, I don't believe you
BmG
Murder, **** around and leave you
F#mF#DFm
Murder, I don't believe you
DmF#mAm
Murder, murder your life's on the line
ED#m
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
EAmGE
I'm trying to figure out how y'all started me
AmD
You gon' make me catch you on the late night
G#mDAmAB
Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six
DF#mGmC
I'm not a marksmen while sparking so I spray random
AmF#m
Not a pretty mother****er, but my moms think I'm handsome
BmF#E
I hate to hear 'he say, she say' shit
F#G#mF#mGm
Unless he say she said she on my d**k
CAmD
It's no coincidence, niggas who **** with me get shot up
F#mBmC#mC#
Do it Cali style, drive by and tear ya block up
DE
You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front
AmDAm
I stay with the Mac 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
GmF#mEm
In the hood they be like "Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em"
F#mEmG#A
You heard that shit? 'Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em'
GCF
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
DF#mAm
You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son
EF#mF
Scream murder, I don't believe you
FmEm
Murder, **** around and leave you
GC
Murder, I don't believe you
GEEmA
Murder, murder your life's on the line
DGC
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
CmEmA
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes
DBmGF
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car, NASCAR
DmA#m
Truck with a crash bar and TV's in the dash, pa
AmDAmCAFmD
See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa
Am
I catch stunts when I ain't trying
DF#mAmF
I ain't lying, I sip Dom P til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up
DAm
Get outta line, I get you hit up
FDAmG
Now if you say my name in your rhyme you better watch what you say
DFDmAm
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
ADAm
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars
DABm
50, umm... Jay-Z and Nas
CAm
Imma say this shit now and never again
ABmDEm
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends
AmD
The games you playing, you get killed like that
Em
Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that
F#mCCm
See me when you see me nigga, what?
C#GmGA
Scream murder, I don't believe you
GmG
Murder, **** around and leave you
AmCG#
Murder, I don't believe you
F#G#D
Murder, murder your life's on the line
AmCDCm
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
AD
I'm trying to figure out how y'all started me
GF#m
You gon' make me catch you on the late night
ABmGmAmCmGCDmDGDBmDGFmAmGG#AmFDmEmAmDAmGAmBmCFEmC#mG#mEGmEF#mAAmGmAmAEFAmAG#mBAmDEBmGmF#mGGmADADmF#mG#GmCmCF#mGmDAF#mDG#AmDmF#mDA
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 A 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
《Your Life's on the Line》調性為 A 小調、速度約每分鐘 81 拍、整體情緒憂傷。主要和弦為 Am、D、F#m、A。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
AI 依歌詞文本生成主旨、情緒、意象與重點句解讀（產生後永久保存）。
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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）。
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AI 依歌詞整理 3-4 點有趣觀察（產生後永久保存）。