Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cause I don't like y'all anyway
Man, I don't like y'all anyway
**** all y'all
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, blow, what up, homie?
Even niggas who don't know me, they wanna blow me
Cause the shit I floss with is saying a lot for me
I came in the rap humble, I don't give a **** now
I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats'll come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
Niggas who hustle for me they don't even stash tracks
They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack
When I don't like a b***h, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****ing head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me
OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be
I'm that b***h that sold coke, the b***h that sold dope
The nigga that shot dice, went broke and sold soap
The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick
Niggas ain't in his right mind going against me
My picture's painted the 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 trying to figure out how y'all started me
You gon' make me catch you on the late night
Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six
I'm not a marksmen while sparking so I spray random
Not a pretty mother****er, but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear 'he say, she say' shit
Unless he say she said she on my d**k
It's no coincidence, niggas who **** with me get shot up
Do it Cali style, drive by and tear ya block up
You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front
I stay with the Mac 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like "Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em"
You heard that shit? 'Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em'
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son
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
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car, NASCAR
Truck with a crash bar and TV's in the dash, pa
See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't trying
I ain't lying, I sip Dom P til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up
Get outta line, I get you hit up
Now if you say my name in your rhyme you better 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
Imma 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 playing, you get killed like that
Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me nigga, what?
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 trying to figure out how y'all started me
You gon' make me catch you on the late night
Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six
Your Life's on the Line - Popu Lady
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[00:11.60]Nobody likes me
[00:16.72]Nobody likes me, but that's okay
[00:20.56]Cause I don't like y'all anyway
[00:21.94]Man, I don't like y'all anyway
[00:24.59]**** all y'all
[00:26.00]I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
[00:28.52]My gat talk for me, blow, what up, homie?
[00:31.76]Even niggas who don't know me, they wanna blow me
[00:33.94]Cause the shit I floss with is saying a lot for me
[00:36.63]I came in the rap humble, I don't give a **** now
[00:39.60]I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
[00:41.17]Coke price go up, cats'll come down
[00:44.40]The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
[00:46.60]Niggas who hustle for me they don't even stash tracks
[00:49.15]They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack
[00:51.70]When I don't like a b***h, I don't pretend to
[00:54.80]I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****ing head like a Hindu
[00:56.87]Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me
[00:59.50]OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be
[01:01.51]I'm that b***h that sold coke, the b***h that sold dope
[01:04.39]The nigga that shot dice, went broke and sold soap
[01:06.91]The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips
[01:09.68]The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick
[01:12.16]Niggas ain't in his right mind going against me
[01:14.65]My picture's painted the words that make a blind man see
[01:17.81]Scream murder, I don't believe you
[01:20.48]Murder, **** around and leave you
[01:22.47]Murder, I don't believe you
[01:24.97]Murder, murder your life's on the line
[01:27.79]Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
[01:29.98]I'm trying to figure out how y'all started me
[01:32.47]You gon' make me catch you on the late night
[01:34.30]Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six
[01:37.63]I'm not a marksmen while sparking so I spray random
[01:40.50]Not a pretty mother****er, but my moms think I'm handsome
[01:42.77]I hate to hear 'he say, she say' shit
[01:45.28]Unless he say she said she on my d**k
[01:47.98]It's no coincidence, niggas who **** with me get shot up
[01:50.82]Do it Cali style, drive by and tear ya block up
[01:53.17]You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front
[01:55.37]I stay with the Mac 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
[01:58.10]In the hood they be like "Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em"
[02:01.20]You heard that shit? 'Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em'
[02:03.40]Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
[02:06.11]You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son
[02:08.95]Scream murder, I don't believe you
[02:11.40]Murder, **** around and leave you
[02:13.73]Murder, I don't believe you
[02:16.25]Murder, murder your life's on the line
[02:19.00]These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
[02:21.30]That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes
[02:23.82]Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car, NASCAR
[02:27.80]Truck with a crash bar and TV's in the dash, pa
[02:29.60]See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa
[02:34.60]I catch stunts when I ain't trying
[02:35.70]I ain't lying, I sip Dom P til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up
[02:39.88]Get outta line, I get you hit up
[02:41.35]Now if you say my name in your rhyme you better watch what you say
[02:44.23]You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
[02:46.94]Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars
[02:49.68]50, umm... Jay-Z and Nas
[02:52.20]Imma say this shit now and never again
[02:54.63]We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends
[02:57.23]The games you playing, you get killed like that
[02:59.73]Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that
[03:02.22]See me when you see me nigga, what?
[03:04.76]Scream murder, I don't believe you
[03:07.45]Murder, **** around and leave you
[03:10.11]Murder, I don't believe you
[03:12.81]Murder, murder your life's on the line
[03:15.35]Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
[03:17.58]I'm trying to figure out how y'all started me
[03:19.92]You gon' make me catch you on the late night
[03:22.15]Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six
移調 原調
AmCGEmAm
Nobody likes me
CGEmAm
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
C
Cause I don't like y'all anyway
GEmA
Man, I don't like y'all anyway
C
**** all y'all
GDm
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
CEm
My gat talk for me, blow, what up, homie?
AC
Even niggas who don't know me, they wanna blow me
GEmA
Cause the shit I floss with is saying a lot for me
CEm
I came in the rap humble, I don't give a **** now
C
I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
EmC
Coke price go up, cats'll come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
EmC
Niggas who hustle for me they don't even stash tracks
E
They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack
EmF
When I don't like a b***h, I don't pretend to
Em
I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****ing head like a Hindu
GGmG
Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me
A
OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be
CEm
I'm that b***h that sold coke, the b***h that sold dope
AmCEm
The nigga that shot dice, went broke and sold soap
Am
The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips
CG
The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick
DC
Niggas ain't in his right mind going against me
GmAAm
My picture's painted the words that make a blind man see
EmGm
Scream murder, I don't believe you
Am
Murder, **** around and leave you
EmA
Murder, I don't believe you
AmEmG
Murder, murder your life's on the line
DmAm
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
Em
I'm trying to figure out how y'all started me
C
You gon' make me catch you on the late night
EmC
Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six
Em
I'm not a marksmen while sparking so I spray random
C
Not a pretty mother****er, but my moms think I'm handsome
EF
I hate to hear 'he say, she say' shit
Unless he say she said she on my d**k
CG
It's no coincidence, niggas who **** with me get shot up
GmGA
Do it Cali style, drive by and tear ya block up
AmC
You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front
D#D
I stay with the Mac 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
AmCG
In the hood they be like "Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em"
AmEm
You heard that shit? 'Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em'
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son
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
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car, NASCAR
Truck with a crash bar and TV's in the dash, pa
See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't trying
I ain't lying, I sip Dom P til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up
Get outta line, I get you hit up
Now if you say my name in your rhyme you better 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
Imma 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 playing, you get killed like that
Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me nigga, what?
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 trying to figure out how y'all started me
You gon' make me catch you on the late night
Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six
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曲解析
《Your Life's on the Line》調性為 E 小調、速度約每分鐘 59 拍、整體情緒憂傷。主要和弦為 C、Em、Am、G。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
面對威脅時的強硬自衛與自我定位。
主題
街頭生存、自我保護、身份認同與對抗威脅的態度。
情緒
憤怒、威脅、自信、冷漠、對過去的反思。
意象與手法
運用武器（如「gat」、「fifth」）、街頭符碼（如「D's」、「Mac」）、比喻（如「my picture's painted the words that make a blind man see」）強化生存鬥志；重複「murder」與「your life's on the line」製造緊張感，並以直接對話式語氣展現立場。
重點句解讀
1. 「Your life's on the line」
直接點明歌名核心，暗示對抗中可能面臨的致命風險，強調危險的現實性。
2. 「I'm that b*h that sold coke, the b*h that sold dope」
自述過去的街頭經歷，凸顯從「被剝削者」轉為「掌握權力者」的轉變，並暗示對過去的無悔態度。
3. 「We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends」
明確劃清界線，拒絕任何情感或合作連結，展現極度自我中心的生存哲學。
4. 「Scream murder, I don't believe you」
以反覆句式嘲弄敵人的威脅，暗示對方的恐嚇毫無意義，強化自身無畏形象。
適合情境
面對衝突對峙、自我防衛、街頭文化氛圍，或需表達強硬立場的場合。
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）。