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Death To My Enemies

Popu Lady · Before I Self-Destruct (International Version) · 2008-12-31

以強烈語氣詮釋對敵人的報復與權力追求，展現黑幫文化中的生存鬥爭。

〈Death To My Enemies〉是Popu Lady演唱的歌曲，收錄於 2008-12-31 發行的專輯《Before I Self-Destruct (International Version)》。作詞、作曲皆為Curtis Jackson、André Romell Young。經魔鏡 AI 音訊分析，全曲調性為 B 小調、速度約每分鐘 129 拍、整體情緒激昂。魔鏡歌詞網收錄本曲的完整歌詞、吉他和弦譜、卡拉OK 同步歌詞，皆可免費查看。

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作曲 Curtis Jackson、André Romell Young

作詞 Curtis Jackson、André Romell Young

調性B 小調節奏129 BPM 情緒激昂 AI 音訊分析

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***** try me, son, he best have the heat on him

Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him

Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

***** front on me, the goons and goblins come out

Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out

They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie

Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow

They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now

Hair trigger, stare bitch, yeah, I'll flip

Six shot semi-assault, let it off at your will

Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz

D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did

It be your tombstone and your ****ing grave they dig

Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs

I'm like Damien, mother****er, when I start gettin' loose on y

Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya

I make it hard to breathe

I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat

Have you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street

Try me, son, he best have the heat on him

Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him

Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

Yeah, niggas send me the wrong messag

We gon' ****ing kill the messenge

Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya

This ain't the Carter, bitch, this is Spart

It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father

Let off a clip or let a case off

I have your bitch ass runnin' like a race hors

Follow orders now yeah shoot his face off

You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun

See how when you listen to me, all of the cash gone

I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect

I was deceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz

This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch

Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks

It's horrific, nah, it's terrific

I got it if you sniff it, go head, nigga, twist I

Get lifted, goddamn, I'm gifted

Try me, son, he best have the heat on him

Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him

Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em, then they ride on 'em

Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em

Head shot, .40 Glock, blow his mind on him

They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em

Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch m

I move proper, go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me

That 430 Spider, carbon fiber

And my dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter

Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider

The mac'll fire, mask like Michael Myers

It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit

No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass

You can explain to my mother****ers while they whoop your ass

My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it

Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in

Get money, get bread, that's what I do, kid

Try me, son, he best have the heat on him

Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him

Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

Death To My Enemies - Popu Lady 更多更詳盡歌詞在 ※ Mojim.org 魔鏡歌詞網 https://mojim.org/song/Popu-Lady-Death-To-My-Enemies-712370

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[00:00.000]作詞 : Curtis Jackson/André Romell Young

[00:00.000]作曲 : Curtis Jackson/André Romell Young

[00:00.000]***** try me, son, he best have the heat on him

[00:08.667]Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him

[00:11.269]Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass

[00:15.825]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

[00:20.571]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

[00:26.254]***** front on me, the goons and goblins come out

[00:29.344]Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out

[00:31.639]They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie

[00:34.199]Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow

[00:37.002]They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now

[00:39.552]Hair trigger, stare bitch, yeah, I'll flip

[00:42.287]Six shot semi-assault, let it off at your will

[00:44.623]Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz

[00:47.320]D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did

[00:49.846]It be your tombstone and your ****ing grave they dig

[00:52.664]Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs

[00:55.030]I'm like Damien, mother****er, when I start gettin' loose on y

[00:57.892]Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya

[01:00.384]I make it hard to breathe

[01:02.351]I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat

[01:05.077]Have you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street

[01:07.610]Try me, son, he best have the heat on him

[01:09.956]Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him

[01:12.487]Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass

[01:17.037]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

[01:22.021]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

[01:27.171]Yeah, niggas send me the wrong messag

[01:30.083]We gon' ****ing kill the messenge

[01:31.072]Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya

[01:33.668]This ain't the Carter, bitch, this is Spart

[01:36.062]It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father

[01:39.209]Let off a clip or let a case off

[01:41.706]I have your bitch ass runnin' like a race hors

[01:44.248]Follow orders now yeah shoot his face off

[01:46.393]You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun

[01:48.918]See how when you listen to me, all of the cash gone

[01:51.504]I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect

[01:53.738]I was deceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz

[01:56.205]This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch

[01:58.945]Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks

[02:01.567]It's horrific, nah, it's terrific

[02:04.249]I got it if you sniff it, go head, nigga, twist I

[02:06.945]Get lifted, goddamn, I'm gifted

[02:09.586]Try me, son, he best have the heat on him

[02:11.301]Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him

[02:13.747]Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass

[02:18.251]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

[02:22.850]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

[02:28.982]Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em, then they ride on 'em

[02:31.786]Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em

[02:34.367]Head shot, .40 Glock, blow his mind on him

[02:36.877]They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em

[02:39.323]Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch m

[02:42.051]I move proper, go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me

[02:44.918]That 430 Spider, carbon fiber

[02:47.243]And my dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter

[02:49.898]Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider

[02:52.362]The mac'll fire, mask like Michael Myers

[02:54.942]It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit

[02:57.528]No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass

[02:59.967]You can explain to my mother****ers while they whoop your ass

[03:02.634]My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it

[03:05.279]Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in

[03:07.735]Get money, get bread, that's what I do, kid

[03:10.303]Try me, son, he best have the heat on him

[03:12.509]Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him

[03:14.947]Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass

[03:19.513]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

[03:24.421]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

移調原調

作詞 : Curtis Jackson/André Romell Young

作曲 : Curtis Jackson/André Romell Young

GmD#D#mD#C#D#GmDmGmBmF#m

***** try me, son, he best have the heat on him

GD

Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him

F#mBmC#mADBmF#m

Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass

F#BBmF#mG

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

C#mF#D#mF#BmDF#mGCG

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

DBmF#F#mD

***** front on me, the goons and goblins come out

F#C#m

Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out

F#BmF#Bm

They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie

GGmC#mAF#Bm

Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow

F#F#mGA

They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now

DBmBAG

Hair trigger, stare bitch, yeah, I'll flip

ABm

Six shot semi-assault, let it off at your will

F#BmGBmA

Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz

BmEmBmAG

D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did

EmABm

It be your tombstone and your ****ing grave they dig

EF#m

Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs

GEmGBm

I'm like Damien, mother****er, when I start gettin' loose on y

F#F#mGmDBm

Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya

AC#mF#mC#mF#

I make it hard to breathe

BmABmBG

I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat

F#BmBBm

Have you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street

BF#mBmD

Try me, son, he best have the heat on him

G

Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him

BmEADF#mF#

Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass

BmF#BmGC#m

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

EmF#BmF#mF#G

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

BmBAD

Yeah, niggas send me the wrong messag

Bm

We gon' ****ing kill the messenge

C#mC#D#mF#Bm

Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya

F#mGmG

This ain't the Carter, bitch, this is Spart

C#mBmF#BmF#F#mGm

It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father

GAD

Let off a clip or let a case off

I have your bitch ass runnin' like a race hors

Follow orders now yeah shoot his face off

You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun

See how when you listen to me, all of the cash gone

I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect

I was deceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz

This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch

Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks

It's horrific, nah, it's terrific

I got it if you sniff it, go head, nigga, twist I

Get lifted, goddamn, I'm gifted

Try me, son, he best have the heat on him

Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him

Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em, then they ride on 'em

Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em

Head shot, .40 Glock, blow his mind on him

They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em

Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch m

I move proper, go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me

That 430 Spider, carbon fiber

And my dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter

Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider

The mac'll fire, mask like Michael Myers

It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit

No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass

You can explain to my mother****ers while they whoop your ass

My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it

Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in

Get money, get bread, that's what I do, kid

Try me, son, he best have the heat on him

Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him

Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie

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曲解析

《Death To My Enemies》調性為 B 小調、速度約每分鐘 129 拍、整體情緒激昂。主要和弦為 Bm、F#、G、F#m。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）

歌詞解析

一句話主旨

以強烈語氣詮釋對敵人的報復與權力追求，展現黑幫文化中的生存鬥爭。

主題

權力、報復、金錢與暴力的連結，描繪地下世界中透過武力與經濟掌控的生存哲學。

情緒

緊張、威脅、自信與冷酷並存，充滿對抗與掌控的張力。

意象與手法

運用「屍體裝袋」「槍火聲」「金錢流動」等具象暴力符號，搭配「Cash Cow」「Death To My Enemies」等強烈對比語詞，凸顯黑幫文化中的金錢與暴力共存邏輯。

重點句解讀

1. 「I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies」

原文直譯「我為那些對我敵人帶來死亡的兄弟帶來金錢」

解析將暴力行為商品化，揭示黑幫體系中「殺戮」與「利益」的交換關係。

2. 「Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks」

原文直譯「讓手槍發出聲音，在偏僻街區熱舞」

解析以戲謔語氣描寫暴力場景，凸顯角色對危險的漠視與娛樂化態度。

3. 「I was deceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz」

原文直譯「我被騙進貨櫃，卻最終開上賓士」

解析隱喻從底層掙扎到成功轉變的過程，帶出逆境中崛起的戲劇性。

4. 「No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass」

原文直譯「沒有笑容，沒有笑聲，你別想通過」

解析設定嚴苛生存規則，強調黑幫世界中無情與競爭的本質。

適合情境

面對對抗性爭議、個人權力爭奪，或需要展現強勢態度的場合。

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）。

這首歌詞如何？

常見問題

Death To My Enemies的歌詞在講什麼？

以強烈語氣詮釋對敵人的報復與權力追求，展現黑幫文化中的生存鬥爭。

Death To My Enemies是誰作詞作曲的？

Death To My Enemies（Popu Lady）作詞 Curtis Jackson、André Romell Young，作曲 Curtis Jackson、André Romell Young。

Death To My Enemies是誰唱的？

Death To My Enemies由Popu Lady演唱，完整歌詞與歌曲解析可在魔鏡歌詞網查看。

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