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 - 房祖名
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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
F#mFmAmF
作詞 : DUDLEY, TERENCE QUENTIN/JACKSON, CURTIS
G#AFCmAmCFC
Nobody likes me
EmC
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
AmC
Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
FC
...And I don't like y'all anyway
**** all y'all!!
F
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
CCm
My gat talk for me
GEmC
BLAT! Wutup homie
For niggas who don't know me
EmCEmCmC
...They wanna blow me 'cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
FCG
I came into rap humble, I don't give a **** now
CGCmG
Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
CmCCm
Coke price go up, cats is come down
C
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
The niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
FmC
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
CmC
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
CmGmC
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold shit
AmC
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop shit
AmEmC
The thug that pop clips
AmCGCm
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
CCmGEmC
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
CmFC
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
EmC
Scream murder! （I don't believe you!）
Murder! (**** around and leave you!)
AmC
Murder! （I don't believe you!）
Murder, murder! （Your life's on the line!）
GCBm
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
FGCAm
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
CmF#mDFmC
Make me catch her on the late night
GCmGCm
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
CDmC
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
FmCG
Not a pretty bitch but my moms think I'm handsome
CGC
I hate to hear 'He say, She say' shit
CmC
Unless he say she say she on my dick
CmGCF
It's no coincidence, niggas who **** wit me get shot up
AmFCEmC
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
F
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
GCGmG
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
GmGC
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
You heard that shit? Yeah, 50 really took on em
FmC
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
CmCCmC
You just a small player in this game, play a part son
AmC
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
AmC
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
G
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
F#mCGCEm
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar
CFC
And TV's in the dash, pa
FC
See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
EmC
I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up
F
Keep my rent split up
CEmC
Get outta line, I get you hit up （Wooo!）
EmC
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
FCAmC
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
FmFC
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
EmCGCF
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
CFm
I'ma say this shit now and never again
CGCmGC
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
GCD#
The games you playin, you get killed like that
Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
C#Cm
See me when you see me nigga, one
FmCmCCmCA#D#mA#CmG#CmD#FCmFA#
（One）
D#Fm
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
CG
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
CGFC
You gon make me catch her on the late night
FCFmFCEmCEmCFCFCEmGEmCEmCEmDEmCBmCGAmCFmCFmCGCGCGEmGmF
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 C 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 C 大調、速度約每分鐘 129 拍、整體情緒歡快。主要和弦為 C、G、F、Cm。（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立場，並警告敵對者生命處於危險邊緣。
主題
街頭生存哲學、自我防衛意識、對敵對勢力的威懾。
情緒
憤怒、威脅、自信、孤獨感。
意象與手法
運用槍枝（gat、clips）、車輛（whip、Nascar）、幫派符號（D's、Mac）等具象物象徵權力與危險；以「生命在線上」隱喻隨時可能喪命的緊張狀態；透過自白式敘事強化個人形象。
重點句解讀
1. 「My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me」
以手錶與豪車象徵社會地位，暗示不需多言便能展現實力。
2. 「Scream murder! （I don't believe you!）」
反諷敵人威脅，表達對死亡恐懼的無視與不屑。
3. 「We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends」
明確劃清界限，強調敵我分明的生存態度。
4. 「The games you playin, you get killed like that」
揭露街頭遊戲的殘酷本質，並警告對手自取滅亡。
適合情境
街頭文化討論、個人自我表達、面對敵對關係時的警告語境。
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）。