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 - 陳明韓磊
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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
EBBm
Nobody likes me
BE
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
C#mE
Cause I don't like y'all anyway
AEF#
Man, I don't like y'all anyway
**** all y'all
B
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
Bm
My gat talk for me, blow, what up, homie?
EC#mA
Even niggas who don't know me, they wanna blow me
BmB
Cause the shit I floss with is saying a lot for me
BmBEEm
I came in the rap humble, I don't give a **** now
E
I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
AEF#mBBm
Coke price go up, cats'll come down
EBm
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
EC#m
Niggas who hustle for me they don't even stash tracks
AC#mA
They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack
F#mB
When I don't like a b***h, I don't pretend to
E
I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****ing head like a Hindu
C#mEF#mA
Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me
F#mB
OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be
BmE
I'm that b***h that sold coke, the b***h that sold dope
BmF#m
The nigga that shot dice, went broke and sold soap
C#mE
The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips
BE
The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick
C#mDF#m
Niggas ain't in his right mind going against me
C#mF#
My picture's painted the words that make a blind man see
BmE
Scream murder, I don't believe you
C#mEC#m
Murder, **** around and leave you
EA
Murder, I don't believe you
BE
Murder, murder your life's on the line
C#m
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
A
I'm trying to figure out how y'all started me
E
You gon' make me catch you on the late night
BmE
Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six
C#mA
I'm not a marksmen while sparking so I spray random
EB
Not a pretty mother****er, but my moms think I'm handsome
BmE
I hate to hear 'he say, she say' shit
C#mA
Unless he say she said she on my d**k
E
It's no coincidence, niggas who **** with me get shot up
Do it Cali style, drive by and tear ya block up
BmF#m
You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front
C#mF#mE
I stay with the Mac 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
AE
In the hood they be like "Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em"
F#m
You heard that shit? 'Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em'
BmE
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
C#mE
You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son
A
Scream murder, I don't believe you
F#mG#m
Murder, **** around and leave you
C#mF#
Murder, I don't believe you
BBmF#m
Murder, murder your life's on the line
G#m
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
F#mF#
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes
BBmE
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
BmEmEC#m
See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa
BmF#m
I catch stunts when I ain't trying
BmC#mE
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
C#mF#m
Now if you say my name in your rhyme you better watch what you say
BmBBm
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
EC#m
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars
AC#mAF#m
50, umm... Jay-Z and Nas
BmB
Imma say this shit now and never again
E
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends
AC#mF#m
The games you playing, you get killed like that
F#BBm
Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that
BE
See me when you see me nigga, what?
BmC#
Scream murder, I don't believe you
C#mF#mE
Murder, **** around and leave you
BE
Murder, I don't believe you
C#mDBm
Murder, murder your life's on the line
C#mF#
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
BBmE
I'm trying to figure out how y'all started me
C#m
You gon' make me catch you on the late night
G#mABBmEC#mAEBmEABmC#C#mAF#BEDBmC#mEBBmEC#mEAmABEC#mEC#mEAmAEBmEC#mEAmABBmEC#mAEBmEmEG#mBmEm
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 E 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 E 大調、速度約每分鐘 81 拍、整體情緒溫暖。主要和弦為 E、Bm、C#m、B。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
以強硬態度宣告自身處境與對敵人的警告，揭示街頭文化的生存危機。
主題
街頭生存、自我防衛、對敵對勢力的威懾，以及對背叛與虛偽的不信任。
情緒
冷硬、威脅、自信中帶有孤獨與憤怒，並隱含對現實的絕望感。
意象與手法
運用「槍（gat）」「毒品（dope）」「車（whip）」等街頭符碼建構權力象徵；以「life's on the line」重複強調生命危機；透過「paramedics wrap your head like a Hindu」等荒謬比喻製造衝擊。
重點句解讀
1. 「Your life's on the line」
直接點明歌名核心，將個人命運與危險情境綑綁，暗示隨時可能喪命的緊張感。
2. 「Nobody likes me, but that's okay」
表達自我放逐的孤獨，同時強化「不需被喜歡」的生存哲學，凸顯街頭文化的疏離感。
3. 「Murder, murder your life's on the line」
以重複句式製造詛咒效果，將「殺人」與「生命危機」連結，暗示對敵人的終極警告。
4. 「I'm that b*h that sold coke, the b*h that sold dope」
透過自曝黑歷史強化真實性，同時揭露毒品交易的普遍性與個人的淪落過程。
適合情境
街頭對抗、自我防衛演練、競爭激烈的商業攻防，或需表達強烈警告的場合。
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）。