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 - 陳秋霞
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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
G#BEm
作詞 : DUDLEY, TERENCE QUENTIN/JACKSON, CURTIS
GDAAmE
Nobody likes me
GDF#mEm
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
GEm
Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
D
...And I don't like y'all anyway
A
**** all y'all!!
EEm
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
D
My gat talk for me
C
BLAT! Wutup homie
AmE
For niggas who don't know me
EmGEmDAAm
...They wanna blow me 'cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
EEm
I came into rap humble, I don't give a **** now
EDC
Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
EEm
Coke price go up, cats is come down
GEDA
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
AmEEm
The niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
DCAm
They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
Em
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
DA
I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****in head like a Hindu
Em
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
D
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
CAmEm
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold shit
ED
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
AAm
The thug, they pop shit
E
The thug that pop clips
Em
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
DC
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
Em
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
DDmAmC#mEm
Scream murder! （I don't believe you!）
D
Murder! (**** around and leave you!)
EmEA
Murder! （I don't believe you!）
Murder, murder! （Your life's on the line!）
Am
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
F#mB
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
EmB
Make me catch her on the late night
EmD
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
DmAEmG
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
EmGA
Not a pretty bitch but my moms think I'm handsome
AmA
I hate to hear 'He say, She say' shit
EmD
Unless he say she say she on my dick
AC
It's no coincidence, niggas who **** wit me get shot up
GB
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
AEm
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
DA
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
Em
You heard that shit? Yeah, 50 really took on em
DCAm
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
CEEmDAAmC#mAEmAmBmDCAmEEm
You just a small player in this game, play a part son
EDA
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
AmC#mE
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
EmAmEmD
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
EmA
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar
AmA
And TV's in the dash, pa
AmAE
See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
B
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
EG#mBEm
I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up
A
Keep my rent split up
DA
Get outta line, I get you hit up （Wooo!）
EmGEm
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
DA
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
AmAEm
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
DC#mA
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
AmCG
I'ma say this shit now and never again
BEmG
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
EmC#mAm
The games you playin, you get killed like that
FC
Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
EmAmA
See me when you see me nigga, one
AmFGDmEmAmCFCGCAmEF
（One）
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
GGmEm
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
You gon make me catch her on the late night
DAEmGEmGDAAmAEmDACGmBEmEEmDAEmGEmBmDAAmAEmDC#mACC#mBEmGEmDAEmGEmGDAEmDC#mACGmB
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
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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
《Lifes On The Line》調性為 E 小調、速度約每分鐘 92 拍、整體情緒憂傷。主要和弦為 Em、A、D、Am。（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生存立場，並警示他人不要輕舉妄動。
主題
描繪黑人街頭文化中的生存競爭與自我保護意識，透過暴力隱喻與個人經歷展現對敵人的威懾。
情緒
充滿憤怒、防備與自信，帶有戲謔與冷靜的威脅感。
意象與手法
1. 武器與物品象徵：以「手槍」「車」「金表」等物象代表權力與地位，暗示生存資本。
2. 自我對比：從「賣可樂」到「街頭殺手」的轉變，凸顯環境對個人的異化。
3. 重複強化：「Your life's on the line」作為副歌反覆出現，製造緊張氛圍。
重點句解讀
1. 「Nobody likes me, but that's okay」
表面自嘲實則展現自我放棄的冷漠，暗示被社會排斥後選擇與之對抗。
2. 「I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold shit」
直接揭露非法活動背景，強調自身與街頭文化的深度連結。
3. 「Your life's on the line」
簡潔有力的警告，將生存危機具象化為個人命運的懸崖。
適合情境
適合在面對衝突、自我防衛或需展現強勢態度的場合聆聽，亦可作為街頭文化研究的文本參考。
魔鏡站長解析
魔鏡站長
這首歌的出現確實讓人意外，平時聽慣了陳秋霞那種溫婉細膩的風格，突然聽見她以這種極具侵略性的嘻哈節奏演繹這首作品，反差感強烈到讓人屏息。這不是我們熟悉的那個輕柔嗓音，而是一場關於街頭生存與自我防衛的激烈宣言，字裡行間充滿了對質疑者的不屑與強硬態度。她用一種近乎冷酷的口吻，剖析了名聲背後的險惡與人際間的虛偽，那種不妥協的姿態，聽起來既尖銳又充滿張力。
整首歌像是一場與世界的對峙，沒有給聽者留下一絲喘息空間，節奏敲擊著內心最不安的那塊地帶。如果你在心情煩悶，或者覺得被外界評價壓得透不過氣時，或許能從這股強大的反擊力道中，感受到一種另類的宣洩。這不僅僅是音樂上的嘗試，更像是歌手展現了內心不為人知的那一面，雖然與大眾印象中的她大相逕庭，但那份直白與決絕，確實留下了極深刻的印象。
歌曲冷知識
・全曲以強烈的對立情緒開場，透過不斷重複「沒人喜歡我」來強化與外界格格不入的自我防衛心態。
・歌詞運用大量的車輛、珠寶與街頭交易意象，將個人的財富與武力地位轉化為饒舌中的暴力美學。
・透過「被抬走」與「被射殺」的諧音雙關，精準且殘酷地描繪了對手在挑釁後的下場。
・整首作品極具侵略性，適合在需要宣洩壓抑情緒、追求強烈節奏感與聽覺衝擊的時刻聆聽。