Lifes On The Line是誰作詞作曲的？

Lifes On The Line（阿雅）作詞 JACKSON、CURTIS、DUDLEY、TERENCE QUENTIN。

Lifes On The Line是誰唱的？

Lifes On The Line由阿雅演唱，完整歌詞與歌曲解析可在魔鏡歌詞網查看。

Lifes On The Line 阿雅歌詞

以強烈自我肯定與威脅語氣，描繪街頭生存的權力遊戲與個人立場。

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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

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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

D#F#mGmF#mC#m

作詞 : DUDLEY, TERENCE QUENTIN/JACKSON, CURTIS

EGmA#mGEC#mAGA#mGmFG#mAm

Nobody likes me

C#CAC#AA#mC#mAGmA#m

Nobody likes me, but that's okay

BAG#A#mF#m

Cuz I don't like y'all anyway

GmC#GmF#mC#mA#m

...And I don't like y'all anyway

F#G#mGm

**** all y'all!!

DmC#mAmG#GmEmGA#m

My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me

G#GmA#G#

My gat talk for me

C#GG#

BLAT! Wutup homie

F#mC#A#mC#

For niggas who don't know me

C#mA#mEF#F#mC#C#mCmC#m

...They wanna blow me 'cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me

AF#mDmC#mAF#D#m

I came into rap humble, I don't give a **** now

A#C#F#mC#mG#mF#Gm

Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown

D#DmDC#D#m

Coke price go up, cats is come down

CAC#mDCmGmDm

The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found

F#F#mCmAG#Gm

The niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks

DmF#mA#AGmG

They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack

G#F#F#mA#

When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to

CmF#mCCmF#mAmG#F#m

I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****in head like a Hindu

C#mG#C#FmC#mG#m

Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me

A#mBmFmF#mA#mF#

OG's look at me and see what they used to be

BEmF#mDmC#

I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold shit

G#CmA#mCmD#

The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So

A#mC#G#G#m

The thug, they pop shit

EFA

The thug that pop clips

A#mF#C#mFmDD#m

The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks

G#D#mF#mDD#m

Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me

FC#GGmG

My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see

G#mDFEmEBm

Scream murder! （I don't believe you!）

EG#mEmBG#m

Murder! (**** around and leave you!)

DAD

Murder! （I don't believe you!）

AEG#EG#mE

Murder, murder! （Your life's on the line!）

C#mEF

Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me

DF#mAmDF#mD

I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me

F#mEGEB

Make me catch her on the late night

BmG#mEBGDF#mF

Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six

AmFF#mDF#mF

I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random

G#mEFmEF#mG#m

Not a pretty bitch but my moms think I'm handsome

BmGEmGDm

I hate to hear 'He say, She say' shit

G#mDGE

Unless he say she say she on my dick

EmEEmBmGD

It's no coincidence, niggas who **** wit me get shot up

F#mD

I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up

G#m

You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front

I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once

EDDmG#m

In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"

BmEmBmGBm

You heard that shit? Yeah, 50 really took on em

EAmF#mDF#mEmDm

Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none

F#mADC#G#mGG#EC#EG#C#mBmG#mC#mEBmG#BmAmA#mDmA#mD#FAmG#EmEBm

You just a small player in this game, play a part son

EmGEBmEBm

These cats always escape reality when they rhyme

FDF#mDAC

That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes

DmAAmG#mG#E

Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car

EmG#mE

Nascar, truck wit a crash bar

FDAD

And TV's in the dash, pa

F#mGEG

See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa

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I catch stunts when I ain't tryin

ADGADF#mA

I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up

EmE

Keep my rent split up

GC#mG#mE

Get outta line, I get you hit up （Wooo!）

GEmGm

Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say

GGmGEmG

You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away

EmG

Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:

F#D#mC#mBF#

50, umm Jay-Z and Nas

D#mF#EAC#Am

I'ma say this shit now and never again

A#mG#mGmF#mF#B

We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends

AmGmBmB

The games you playin, you get killed like that

AmE

Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that

AmEEmG#m

See me when you see me nigga, one

D#mBG#mD#mG#mD#mCmEC#mEC#mEABD#mCmG#mE

（One）

EmEC#mEG#mC#

Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me

D#mG#mEmF#

I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me

G#mD#mBmG#Fm

You gon make me catch her on the late night

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Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six

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曲解析

《Lifes On The Line》調性為 F# 大調、速度約每分鐘 161 拍、整體情緒歡快。主要和弦為 D#m、E、G#m、C#。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）

歌詞解析

一句話主旨

以強烈自我肯定與威脅語氣，描繪街頭生存的權力遊戲與個人立場。

主題

自我價值的宣告與對抗，透過暴力隱喻與街頭符碼展現生存哲學。

情緒

憤怒、自信、威脅、孤獨感交織的強烈情緒張力。

意象與手法

運用槍枝（gat、clip）、毒品（coke）、車輛（whip、Nascar）等街頭意象，搭配直接對話與誇張比喻（如「paramedics wrap your in head like a Hindu」），強化生存競爭的殘酷性與個人主義。

重點句解讀

1. 「Nobody likes me, but that's okay」

自我放棄的口吻下隱藏強烈自我肯定，將他人否定轉化為對自身立場的堅持。

2. 「My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me」

以物品（手錶、車）象徵社會地位，暗示個人價值不需言語證明。

3. 「I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold shit」

直白揭露過去經歷，將非法行為轉化為個人故事的載體，凸顯街頭文化中的自我敘事。

4. 「Your life's on the line」

以生命威脅作為結尾，將個人態度升華為對聽眾的警告，強化歌詞的衝突性。

適合情境

面對競爭壓力時的自我激勵、情緒宣洩，或需要強化個人主見的場合。

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）。

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