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 - 陳佳俊
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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
GC
Nobody likes me
FFmF
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
FmF
Cause I don't like y'all anyway
C
Man, I don't like y'all anyway
FFm
**** all y'all
FFmD#
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
CmD#mCmD#Cm
My gat talk for me, blow, what up, homie?
D#CmGm
Even niggas who don't know me, they wanna blow me
GA#Gm
Cause the shit I floss with is saying a lot for me
C#Dm
I came in the rap humble, I don't give a **** now
A#Dm
I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
CmD#Cm
Coke price go up, cats'll come down
A#DmA#
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
GmG
Niggas who hustle for me they don't even stash tracks
A#DmA#
They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack
FCm
When I don't like a b***h, I don't pretend to
DmDGm
I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****ing head like a Hindu
DGmG
Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me
GmDm
OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be
A#DmFmDm
I'm that b***h that sold coke, the b***h that sold dope
FC
The nigga that shot dice, went broke and sold soap
FFm
The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips
FFm
The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick
D#mD#Cm
Niggas ain't in his right mind going against me
D#CmD#Cm
My picture's painted the words that make a blind man see
Gm
Scream murder, I don't believe you
Murder, **** around and leave you
FDm
Murder, I don't believe you
D#CmD#
Murder, murder your life's on the line
CmC
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
FmA#
I'm trying to figure out how y'all started me
You gon' make me catch you on the late night
D#CmD#CmD#
Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six
CmD#CmDm
I'm not a marksmen while sparking so I spray random
DA#
Not a pretty mother****er, but my moms think I'm handsome
BmA#
I hate to hear 'he say, she say' shit
DmDBmDm
Unless he say she said she on my d**k
DDm
It's no coincidence, niggas who **** with me get shot up
DDmD
Do it Cali style, drive by and tear ya block up
Dm
You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front
DD#mA#F#m
I stay with the Mac 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
GmAF#CmC#m
In the hood they be like "Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em"
D
You heard that shit? 'Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em'
GGmCm
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
C#FmA#mFm
You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son
CmD#Cm
Scream murder, I don't believe you
Bm
Murder, **** around and leave you
GDG
Murder, I don't believe you
CmGFmF
Murder, murder your life's on the line
A#mFCm
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
D#CmD#Cm
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes
GmDmA#Gm
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car, NASCAR
A#
Truck with a crash bar and TV's in the dash, pa
FA#DmCmD#Cm
See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa
Gm
I catch stunts when I ain't trying
DmGmGGmG
I ain't lying, I sip Dom P til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up
A#mF
Get outta line, I get you hit up
A#DmCmD#Cm
Now if you say my name in your rhyme you better watch what you say
D#A#
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
Dm
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
A#
Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that
Dm
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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AI 從音訊辨識的主旋律（以 D 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 D 小調、速度約每分鐘 92 拍、整體情緒憂傷。主要和弦為 Cm、Dm、D#、A#。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
透過強硬態度與威脅，展現對敵對勢力的不妥協與自我保護。
主題
街頭生存哲學、自我價值 reaffirmation、對敵人的警告與防禦機制。
情緒
憤怒、威脅、自信、冷漠、疏離感。
意象與手法
運用槍枝（gat）、毒品（dope）、汽車（whip）等街頭符碼，建構暴力與物質權力的象徵。透過重複句式（如「Scream murder, I don't believe you」）強化敵我對立的緊張感，並以自白式敘述揭開個人黑歷史與現狀的對比。
重點句解讀
1. 「Your life's on the line」
直接點明歌詞核心威脅意涵，暗示對敵人採取極端手段的決心，並呼應副歌反覆強調的「生命危機」。
2. 「I'm that b*h that sold coke, the b*h that sold dope」
自曝過去從事毒品交易的經歷，凸顯主角的黑道背景與不懼揭露陰暗面的態度，強化「不裝模作樣」的個性。
3. 「Scream murder, I don't believe you」
反覆出現的句式展現對他人指控的無視與防備，暗示處於隨時可能爆發暴力的緊張環境中。
4. 「We ain't buddies, we ain't partners」
明確劃清界限，拒絕與敵對者建立任何關係，體現街頭文化中「非我族類」的生存法則。
適合情境
面對敵對勢力時的防禦宣言、街頭文化愛好者對暴力與權力的審美、或需表達強硬立場的場合（如商業競爭、個人抗爭）。
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）。