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Death To My Enemies

阿雅 · Before I Self-Destruct (International Version) · 2008-12-31

歌頌對敵人毫不留情的報復與權力象徵。

〈Death To My Enemies〉是阿雅演唱的歌曲，收錄於 2008-12-31 發行的專輯《Before I Self-Destruct (International Version)》。作詞、作曲皆為Curtis Jackson、André Romell Young。經魔鏡 AI 音訊分析，全曲調性為 C# 大調、速度約每分鐘 65 拍、整體情緒溫暖。魔鏡歌詞網收錄本曲的完整歌詞、吉他和弦譜、卡拉OK 同步歌詞，皆可免費查看。

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作曲 Curtis Jackson、André Romell Young

作詞 Curtis Jackson、André Romell Young

調性C# 大調節奏65 BPM 情緒溫暖 AI 音訊分析

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***** 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 - 阿雅更多更詳盡歌詞在 ※ Mojim.org 魔鏡歌詞網 https://mojim.org/song/阿雅-Death-To-My-Enemies-617844

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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

C#G#mC#mG#mC#A#mC#

***** try me, son, he best have the heat on him

G#mE

Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him

C#mC#A#mF#mC#

Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass

FmC#mFm

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

C#mC#Fm

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

C#mC#C#m

***** front on me, the goons and goblins come out

DC#Fm

Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out

They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie

C#mC#

Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow

Fm

They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now

G#C#m

Hair trigger, stare bitch, yeah, I'll flip

C#A#mC#

Six shot semi-assault, let it off at your will

G#G#m

Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz

C#B

D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did

It be your tombstone and your ****ing grave they dig

G#mE

Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs

G#mB

I'm like Damien, mother****er, when I start gettin' loose on y

F#G#mC#

Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya

G#m

I make it hard to breathe

B

I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat

G#mB

Have you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street

EC#m

Try me, son, he best have the heat on him

EC#mG#m

Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him

C#D#C#G#m

Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass

BA#mC#m

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

C#G#BF#E

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

G#mC#

Yeah, niggas send me the wrong messag

We gon' ****ing kill the messenge

G#mF#

Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya

C#m

This ain't the Carter, bitch, this is Spart

C#

It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father

EF#C#

Let off a clip or let a case off

C#m

I have your bitch ass runnin' like a race hors

G#

Follow orders now yeah shoot his face off

Fm

You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun

C#mC#

See how when you listen to me, all of the cash gone

C#m

I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect

FmG#

I was deceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz

C#mC#

This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch

G#G#m

Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks

EC#G#m

It's horrific, nah, it's terrific

BG#mF#

I got it if you sniff it, go head, nigga, twist I

G#mB

Get lifted, goddamn, I'm gifted

C#mC#

Try me, son, he best have the heat on him

BG#m

Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him

BC#

Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass

D#mBF#D#m

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

F#C#B

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

C#G#m

Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em, then they ride on 'em

Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em

BG#mF#

Head shot, .40 Glock, blow his mind on him

C#mE

They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em

C#mEC#m

Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch m

G#mC#D#

I move proper, go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me

G#C#

That 430 Spider, carbon fiber

G#C#m

And my dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter

BC#mC#

Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider

FmC#G#

The mac'll fire, mask like Michael Myers

C#m

It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit

EC#m

No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass

G#G#m

You can explain to my mother****ers while they whoop your ass

G#C#m

My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it

F#

Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in

G#G#mG#

Get money, get bread, that's what I do, kid

D#mC#m

Try me, son, he best have the heat on him

AC#m

Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him

FmC#m

Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass

FmC#BC#Fm

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

C#mC#FmC#mC#C#mC#B

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 C# 大調、速度約每分鐘 65 拍、整體情緒溫暖。主要和弦為 C#、C#m、G#m、B。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）

歌詞解析

一句話主旨

歌頌對敵人毫不留情的報復與權力象徵。

主題

描繪街頭生存的殘酷現實，以強硬姿態宣示對敵人的滅絕意志，並透過金錢與武力的結合，凸顯權力結構的雙重性。

情緒

充滿攻擊性與壓迫感，混雜狂躁、威脅與自我肯定的矛盾情緒。

意象與手法

運用「屍體裝袋」「槍戰」「金錢流動」等暴力與財富符碼，結合黑人俚語與街頭文化語彙，建構出反叛與掌控的雙重敘事。比喻如「Damien」「Lucifer」強化角色的毀滅性象徵，而「cash cow」「register ring」則揭示金錢與暴力的共鳴關係。

重點句解讀

1. 「I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies」

翻譯我給予幫派金錢，讓他們對我的敵人執行處決。

解析將金錢與暴力直接連結，暗示權力網絡中「利益換命運」的邏輯，並凸顯主角作為幕後操盤者的地位。

2. 「It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father」

翻譯這更艱難，我死去會成為殉道者，請像對父親般尊重我。

解析以「殉道者」自居，將暴力行為神聖化，反映街頭文化中對「犧牲」與「權威」的扭曲崇拜。

3. 「My dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter」

翻譯我的狗像基地組織，天生的戰鬥機器。

解析將極端組織與個人寵物類比，強化「無差別對抗」

魔鏡站長解析

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）。

歌曲冷知識

AI 依歌詞整理 3-4 點有趣觀察（產生後永久保存）。

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常見問題

Death To My Enemies的歌詞在講什麼？

歌頌對敵人毫不留情的報復與權力象徵。

Death To My Enemies是誰作詞作曲的？

Death To My Enemies（阿雅）作詞 Curtis Jackson、André Romell Young，作曲 Curtis Jackson、André Romell Young。

Death To My Enemies是誰唱的？

Death To My Enemies由阿雅演唱，完整歌詞與歌曲解析可在魔鏡歌詞網查看。

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