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 - 虎二
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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
AEA
作詞 : DUDLEY, TERENCE QUENTIN/JACKSON, CURTIS
A#mGF#DC#mD#A
Nobody likes me
DEA#mA#DmFA#m
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
FA#F
Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
A#Dm
...And I don't like y'all anyway
A#D#
**** all y'all!!
FDmA#FDm
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
D#DA#
My gat talk for me
Gm
BLAT! Wutup homie
A#FDm
For niggas who don't know me
D#FDmA#FD
...They wanna blow me 'cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
DmD#DmA#mA#Gm
I came into rap humble, I don't give a **** now
D#FA#CA#m
Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
CA#mFD#m
Coke price go up, cats is come down
D#FA#A#mA#F
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
A#FCmDD#mDm
The niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
FmA#mFA#
They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
FA#A#mA#
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
FGmA#
I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****in head like a Hindu
D#GFm
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
CmFA#
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
AmGEEmCF#
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold shit
D#mFD#mF
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
A#CmDm
The thug, they pop shit
FD#
The thug that pop clips
CmDmA#FD
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
FD#DmA#A#m
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
DmA#DDmFA#m
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
CmFDmA#Am
Scream murder! （I don't believe you!）
DmFCmDmA#
Murder! (**** around and leave you!)
FmAmDmG
Murder! （I don't believe you!）
DGmFDm
Murder, murder! （Your life's on the line!）
GmFD#F
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
A#FD#
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
D#mA#A#mF
Make me catch her on the late night
A#FA#
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
FGmA#Dm
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
A#mA#D#EA#Cm
Not a pretty bitch but my moms think I'm handsome
FCmFA#
I hate to hear 'He say, She say' shit
AmFEmC
Unless he say she say she on my dick
F#D#mFA#mF
It's no coincidence, niggas who **** wit me get shot up
A#A#mA#Cm
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
DmA#
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
A#mA#CmA#
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
GmA#FA#
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
CmDmA#
You heard that shit? Yeah, 50 really took on em
FCmA#
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
A#mD#CmFA#
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 A# 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。
跟這首歌對話
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曲解析
《Lifes On The Line》調性為 A# 大調、速度約每分鐘 129 拍、整體情緒歡快。主要和弦為 A#、F、Dm、A#m。（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，詮釋街頭生存者對敵對勢力的無畏態度與個人價值觀。
主題
自我價值的堅守與對敵對關係的切割，探討街頭文化中的權力結構、身份認同與生存遊戲。
情緒
憤怒、自信、威懾、疏離，並夾雜對現實的嘲諷與無奈。
意象與手法
- 街頭符碼：「watch」（手錶）、「whip」（車）、「gat」（槍）象徵財富與武力，強化個人地位。
- 暴力隱喻：「paramedics wrap your in head like a Hindu」以極端暴力場景表達對敵人的恐嚇。
- 自傳性敘事：提及「sold coke」、「shot Dice」等經歷，建構個人街頭傳奇。
重點句解讀
1. 「My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me」
手錶與車輛成為個人聲望的延伸，暗示物質條件是街頭話語權的基礎。
2. 「Scream murder! （I don't believe you!）」
對敵人威脅的無視，凸顯主角的冷靜與自信，並質疑對手的真實性。
3. 「We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends」
明確劃清界線，強調街頭世界中無信任可言的殘酷現實。
4. 「The games you playin, you get killed like that」
揭露街頭生存的遊戲規則——虛偽與裝腔作勢終將招致災難。
適合情境
適合於街頭文化愛好者沉思個人價值、面對壓力時自我激勵，或在需要展現強勢態度的場合聆聽。
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）。