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 - 周子寒
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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
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歌詞解析
一句話主旨
展現饒舌歌手在街頭生存競爭中的強硬態度，透過對抗與挑釁宣告自身統治力。
主題
街頭生存、饒舌競爭、自我防衛與權力展示。
情緒
充滿敵意、自信傲慢、防備心重且極具攻擊性。
意象與手法
以「物質與武器」作為權力的延伸（如手錶、名車、槍枝），強調個人在街頭環境中累積的資本與威懾力。歌詞透過大量的「自我宣示」與「恐嚇修辭」，建立起一種拒絕妥協的強悍形象，並藉由對「假裝強硬者」的嘲諷，強化自身真實的街頭背景。
重點句解讀
一、「Ｍｙ ｗａｔｃｈ ｔａｌｋ ｆｏｒ ｍｅ， ｍｙ ｗｈｉｐ ｔａｌｋ ｆｏｒ ｍｅ」：將昂貴的手錶與汽車擬人化，意指這些財富象徵已能代表其地位，無需多言即可展現威嚴。
二、「ＯＧ＇ｓ ｌｏｏｋ ａｔ ｍｅ ａｎｄ ｓｅｅ ｗｈａｔ ｔｈｅｙ ｕｓｅｄ ｔｏ ｂｅ」：藉由街頭前輩的認同，肯定自己傳承了傳統街頭硬漢的軌跡，強調其經歷的真實性。
三、「Ｔｈｅｓｅ ｃａｔｓ ａｌｗａｙｓ ｅｓｃａｐｅ ｒｅａｌｉｔｙ ｗｈｅｎ ｔｈｅｙ ｒｈｙｍｅ」：以此揭露並嘲諷其他饒舌歌手在歌詞中誇大虛構的行徑，對比出自己對現實處境的誠實描寫。
四、「Ｙｏｕ ｇｅｔ ｃａｒｒｉｅｄ ａｗａｙ， ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ ｇｅｔ ｓｈｏｔ ａｎｄ ｃａｒｒｉｅｄ ａｗａｙ」：利用雙關語，警告對手若在歌詞中提及自己，將面臨生命危險，最終會被擔架抬走。
適合情境
適合在追求強烈節奏感、需要展現競爭意識或建立個人防衛心理界線的時刻聆聽。
魔鏡站長解析
魔鏡站長
這首歌展現了饒舌音樂最原始、也最鋒利的攻擊性，與其說是在聽歌，不如說是在感受一種不加掩飾的生存宣言。整首作品節奏強烈且充滿侵略感，字裡行間流露出的不是為了押韻而堆砌辭藻，而是將街頭那種劍拔弩張、毫不留情的競爭意識，毫無保留地釋放出來。歌手以一種極度自信甚至狂傲的姿態，回擊了所有質疑與挑釁，那種「與其迎合大眾，不如忠於自我」的決絕，聽起來格外冷冽。
站長建議在深夜情緒低迷、或是需要找回一點戰鬥意志的時候聽這首歌。它沒有過多修飾，只有最直接的語言交鋒與對自我身分的重塑。從歌詞中能讀出那種對環境的洞察，以及對虛假情誼的鄙夷，這份真實的粗獷感，正是這類作品最迷人的地方。聽著聽著，你會發現這不僅僅是在談論衝突，更是一種在殘酷現實中，誓死捍衛自己立足之地的強悍展現。
歌曲冷知識
・開頭巧妙運用反覆的口語表達，展現出對周遭眼光不在意的強勢態度。
・歌詞中將財富與武裝擬人化，透過手錶、名車與武器的「發言」來建構強悍的自我形象。
・運用「被抬走」的雙關語隱喻，將饒舌歌手在韻腳上的競爭轉化為直接的生存威脅。
・結尾處直接點名饒舌歌手名單，將虛擬的歌詞創作拉回現實的挑釁與對峙氛圍。