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Eminem
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50 Cent Eminem Yeah! God damn Feels like a long time don't it You missed…
50 Cent/Eminem/Nate Dogg Yeah! God damn! Feels like a long time, don't it? Did you…
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Dr. Dre Eminem & 50 Cent Check Check, 1-2 , 1-2 1-2 (it's rolling) Yea yea yea…
Dr.Dre Eminem Nate Dogg Snoop Dogg & Xzibit [Dr. Dre] Check Check, 1,2 , 1,2 1,2(it's rolling) Yea yea…
Elton John/Eminem Artist: tony touch f/ eminem [eminem] If I'm elected…
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Eminem (Feat Dr Dre) Check Check, 1-2 , 1-2 1-2 (it's rolling) Yea yea yea…
Eminem (feat. Hailie Jade) Artist: tony touch f/ eminem [eminem] If I'm elected…
Eminem (Featuring 50 Cent) Yeah! God damn! Feels like a long time, don't it? Did you…
Eminem (ft. Dr. Dre & 50 Cent Artist: tony touch f/ eminem [eminem] If I'm elected…
Eminem - Cleaning Out My Closet Artist: tony touch f/ eminem [eminem] If I'm elected for …
Eminem - feat. Rihanna Artist: tony touch f/ eminem [eminem] If I'm elected…
Eminem - Freestyle (RARE) - Wa Artist: tony touch f/ eminem [eminem] If I'm elected for …
Eminem - Listen To Your Heart Feat. T.I._(musiclife.kz) When we touchdown [Chorus] In the Midwest we OK Everybo…
Eminem - Monster ft. Rihanna I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along…
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Eminem / 50 Cent / Busta Rhymes Yeah! God damn! Feels like a long time, don't it? Did you…
Eminem / Obie Trice Artist: tony touch f/ eminem [eminem] If I'm elected…
Eminem 50 Cent Yeah! God damn Feels like a long time don't it You missed…
Eminem Dr Dre Ft. Skylar [Dr. Dre] Check Check, 1,2 , 1,2 1,2(it's rolling) Yea yea…
Eminem Feat Obie Trice Stat Quo & 50 Cent Artist: tony touch f/ eminem [eminem] If I'm elected…
Eminem feat. X Ambassadors Artist: tony touch f/ eminem [eminem] If I'm elected for …
Eminem ft Dr. Dre Jay-Z 50 C Artist: tony touch f/ eminem [eminem] If I'm elected…
Eminem Steve Berman 'eyyy! Hey Em, what's up? Steve Berman. What's goin' on, m…
Eminem [WikiSeda] Better In Time (Remix) Lyrics Eminem I know sometimes thing…
Eminem/Bruno Mars Artist: tony touch f/ eminem [eminem] If I'm elected…
Eminem; Nate Dogg Artist: tony touch f/ eminem [eminem] If I'm elected for …
Eminem;Nate Dogg Artist: tony touch f/ eminem [eminem] If I'm elected…
EminemWiz KhalifaT.I.Young When we touchdown [Chorus] In the Midwest we OK Everybo…
Jay-Z (feat. Eminem) Artist: tony touch f/ eminem [eminem] If I'm elected…
Jay-Z/The Notorious B.I.G. Bad boy baby Yeah, yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah Yeah, B.I.G.…
Lloyd Banks Yeah! God damn! Feels like a long time, don't it? Did you…
Lose Yourself Look, If you had one shot, or one opportunity To seize every…
love the way you lie (feat. Rihanna) [Rihanna] Just gonna stand there and watch…
mixtapeWIRE.com/Eminem Artist: tony touch f/ eminem [eminem] If I'm elected…
My mom Yo yo, alright, i'm gonna lay the first Here we go…
My name is Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is,…
New R&B No.1 When we touchdown [Chorus] In the Midwest we OK Everybo…
NickT Records/Eminem/Various Artist: tony touch f/ eminem [eminem] If I'm elected for …
Party Bangaz You can try and read my lyrics off of this…
Space Bound [Verse 1:] We touch I feel a rush We clutch it isnt…
Techno Mix Vol. 1 When we touchdown [Chorus] In the Midwest we OK Everybo…
www.FarsKids.US Yeah, It's been a ride... I guess I had to go…
[email protected]♫BerT★/Eminem ft. Rihanna Artist: tony touch f/ eminem [eminem] If I'm elected…

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Munna Verma

These ideas are, nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
It's so scary in a house that allows, no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about, his f- dad walking out
'Cause he hates him so bad that he, blocks him out
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talking back
Talking black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, doo-rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, his house is a broken home
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go

Sing with me, sing for the year (sing it)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (come on!)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Entertainment is changing, intertwining with gangsters
In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely 'cause don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a mothafucka, they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the f- did this metamorphosis happen?
From standing on corners and porches just rapping
To having a fortune, no more kissing ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get they hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all their kids been listening to me religiously
So I'm signing CD's while police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a fucking menace this shit doesn't make sense B
It's all political, if my music is literal
Then I'm a criminal, how the fuck can I raise a little girl?
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too Guerrera; that was a fist that hit you

Sing with me, sing for the year (sing it)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (sing this shit!)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well, can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, and the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear 'bout us toting pistols
And they wanna get one 'cause, they think the shit's cool
Not knowing we really just protecting ourselves
We entertainers, of course the shit's affecting our sales
You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it? How we can come from practically nothing
To being able to have any fucking thing that we wanted
That's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long
Idolize their favorite rappers and know all their songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night wishing they'd die
'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fucking shit in their eyes
That's why we, seize the moment try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on
Through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can

Sing with me, sing for the year (sing it)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (come on!)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Sing with me, sing for the year (sing it)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (come on!)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away



Stinka Games HD

Lyrics:
These ideas are, nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
It's so scary in a house that allows, no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about, his f- dad walking out
'Cause he hates him so bad that he, blocks him out
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talking back
Talking black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, doo-rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, his house is a broken home
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
Sing with me, sing for the year (sing it)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (come on!)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Entertainment is changing, intertwining with gangsters
In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely 'cause don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a mothafucka, they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the f- did this metamorphosis happen?
From standing on corners and porches just rapping
To having a fortune, no more kissing ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get they hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all their kids been listening to me religiously
So I'm signing CD's while police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a fucking menace this shit doesn't make sense B
It's all political, if my music is literal
Then I'm a criminal, how the fuck can I raise a little girl?
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too Guerrera; that was a fist that hit you
Sing with me, sing for the year (sing it)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (sing this shit!)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well, can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, and the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear 'bout us toting pistols
And they wanna get one 'cause, they think the shit's cool
Not knowing we really just protecting ourselves
We entertainers, of course the shit's affecting our sales
You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it? How we can come from practically nothing
To being able to have any fucking thing that we wanted
That's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long
Idolize their favorite rappers and know all their songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night wishing they'd die
'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fucking shit in their eyes
That's why we, seize the moment try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on
Through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can
Sing with me, sing for the year (sing it)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (come on!)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Sing with me, sing for the year (sing it)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (come on!)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away



NyE Aeriz

LYRICS:


[Verse 1]
These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child
What bothers him all comes out, when he talks about
His fuckin' dad walkin' out
'Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose
His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions go...

[Chorus]
(C'mon), sing with me, (sing), sing for the years
(Sing it), sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, (c'mon)
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord'll take you away...

[Verse 2]
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely 'cause don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a motherfucker they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get their hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense Pete
It's all political, if my music is literal, and I'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you...

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one 'cause they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers
Of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus
But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it
How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing
Except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize their favorite rappers and know all their songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives
Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe
We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it
'Cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can...



All comments from YouTube:

Lil Windex

My all time FAVOURITE song! Hands down 💯🙏🏻

Please let me have my privacy

Hey I watch your vidz, you got nice skills dude

lil scott

My 2nd

Not bruhify

@alinda ferrufino Why?

Marshall Mathers

@alinda ferrufino my dad let’s me listen to him because he loves eminem he’s been listening to him since 1997

alinda ferrufino

Mine too but my parents dont let me listen to him but i do it any way

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Mr Galaxy 99

11 Years later, if you're watching this you're a legend

michelle noden

@Smudge the cat Yes you are right about the video is 19 years old but Youtube is only 16 years old, so, therefore, this video would or could not possibly be on here then. 14 February 2005

Smudge the cat

This is 19 years old but ok

Home Gardens

@michelle noden cool. I will check it out. Cheers for the headsup.

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