Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
...And I don't like y'all anyway
**** all y'all!!
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me
BLAT! Wutup homie
For niggas who don't know me
...They wanna blow me 'cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
I came into rap humble, I don't give a **** now
Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats is come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
The niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****in head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold shit
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop shit
The thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
My picture's painted through 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 tryna figure out how y'all started me
Make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
Not a pretty bitch but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear 'He say, She say' shit
Unless he say she say she on my dick
It's no coincidence, niggas who **** wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
You heard that shit? Yeah, 50 really took on em
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
You just a small player in this game, play a part son
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar
And TV's in the dash, pa
See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up
Keep my rent split up
Get outta line, I get you hit up （Wooo!）
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, 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
I'ma 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 playin, you get killed like that
Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me nigga, one
（One）
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
You gon make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
Lifes On The Line - 陳明韓磊
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[00:00.00]作詞 : DUDLEY, TERENCE QUENTIN/JACKSON, CURTIS
[00:03.29]Nobody likes me
[00:08.22]Nobody likes me, but that's okay
[00:12.04]Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
[00:13.79]...And I don't like y'all anyway
[00:16.48]**** all y'all!!
[00:17.60]My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
[00:20.54]My gat talk for me
[00:21.91]BLAT! Wutup homie
[00:23.05]For niggas who don't know me
[00:24.48]...They wanna blow me 'cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
[00:28.22]I came into rap humble, I don't give a **** now
[00:31.03]Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
[00:33.41]Coke price go up, cats is come down
[00:35.91]The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
[00:38.54]The niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
[00:41.28]They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
[00:43.97]When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
[00:45.98]I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****in head like a Hindu
[00:48.74]Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
[00:51.11]OG's look at me and see what they used to be
[00:53.49]I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold shit
[00:56.17]The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
[00:58.80]The thug, they pop shit
[01:00.11]The thug that pop clips
[01:01.30]The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
[01:03.99]Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
[01:06.42]My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
[01:09.18]Scream murder! （I don't believe you!）
[01:11.99]Murder! (**** around and leave you!)
[01:14.55]Murder! （I don't believe you!）
[01:17.05]Murder, murder! （Your life's on the line!）
[01:19.61]Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
[01:21.61]I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
[01:24.18]Make me catch her on the late night
[01:26.29]Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
[01:29.29]I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
[01:31.73]Not a pretty bitch but my moms think I'm handsome
[01:34.92]I hate to hear 'He say, She say' shit
[01:37.16]Unless he say she say she on my dick
[01:39.66]It's no coincidence, niggas who **** wit me get shot up
[01:42.54]I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
[01:45.29]You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
[01:47.35]I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
[01:50.00]In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
[01:52.76]You heard that shit? Yeah, 50 really took on em
[01:55.32]Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
[01:58.07]You just a small player in this game, play a part son
[02:10.61]These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
[02:13.04]That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
[02:15.48]Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
[02:18.11]Nascar, truck wit a crash bar
[02:20.67]And TV's in the dash, pa
[02:22.55]See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
[02:25.73]I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
[02:27.73]I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up
[02:30.36]Keep my rent split up
[02:31.61]Get outta line, I get you hit up （Wooo!）
[02:33.48]Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
[02:35.86]You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
[02:38.67]Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
[02:41.42]50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
[02:43.98]I'ma say this shit now and never again
[02:46.30]We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
[02:49.42]The games you playin, you get killed like that
[02:51.61]Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
[02:53.98]See me when you see me nigga, one
[02:56.30]（One）
[03:07.09]Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
[03:09.23]I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
[03:11.67]You gon make me catch her on the late night
[03:13.79]Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
移調 原調
DmAm
作詞 : DUDLEY, TERENCE QUENTIN/JACKSON, CURTIS
DmA#C
Nobody likes me
DmAmA#
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
GmDm
...And I don't like y'all anyway
**** all y'all!!
CA#
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
Dm
My gat talk for me
CDm
BLAT! Wutup homie
For niggas who don't know me
CF
...They wanna blow me 'cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
DGm
I came into rap humble, I don't give a **** now
Dm
Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
D#A#
Coke price go up, cats is come down
DmC
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
A#
The niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
A
They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
C#F#mC#m
I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****in head like a Hindu
D
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
AAmAE
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
GF#m
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold shit
DGA
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
D
The thug, they pop shit
F#m
The thug that pop clips
C#mE
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
DAm
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
EG
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
F#mG
Scream murder! （I don't believe you!）
Gm
Murder! (**** around and leave you!)
DADmA
Murder! （I don't believe you!）
AmBDm
Murder, murder! （Your life's on the line!）
FAmC
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
AmA#
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
Dm
Make me catch her on the late night
C
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
F
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
Gm
Not a pretty bitch but my moms think I'm handsome
DmFDmD#
I hate to hear 'He say, She say' shit
Dm
Unless he say she say she on my dick
CA#
It's no coincidence, niggas who **** wit me get shot up
AmA
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
AmDm
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
D
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
GmDm
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
D#
You heard that shit? Yeah, 50 really took on em
DmFmC
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
FA#CADDmDDm
You just a small player in this game, play a part son
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar
And TV's in the dash, pa
See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up
Keep my rent split up
Get outta line, I get you hit up （Wooo!）
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, 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
I'ma 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 playin, you get killed like that
Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me nigga, one
（One）
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
You gon make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit 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 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
《Lifes 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 Dm、C、Am、D。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
以強硬態度宣示自我存在，並揭露街頭文化的殘酷現實。
主題
個人在街頭文化中的生存掙扎、自我定位與對威脅的警告。
情緒
充滿防備與攻擊性的自信，夾雜疏離感與對現實的嘲諷。
意象與手法
運用街頭符碼（如「gat」「whip」「D's」）象徵武力與地位，透過重複句式強化態度，以「blind man see」等矛盾修辭凸顯言詞的震撼力。
重點句解讀
1. 「Nobody likes me, but that's okay」
原文Nobody likes me, Nobody likes me, but that's okay
解析自我放棄式的坦然，反諷社會疏離，同時建立獨立個性。
2. 「My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see」
原文My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
解析強調言詞的敘事力量，將個人形象深植聽眾心中，超越視覺限制。
3. 「You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away」
原文Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
解析警告他人勿輕易觸碰其邊界，將說唱競爭昇級為生死遊戲。
適合情境
面對敵對勢力時的防禦心態、街頭文化愛好者自我價值確認、或個人風格強烈的演繹場景。
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）。