Here it 2025 and I'm still listening 🎶 and not to mention I'll be 41 this year 🤣 the memories to these soundtracks

2025?

This version sounds more harsh and fits better with the lyrics

On the way to school used to bump this in my headphones

Ehi Em, if you had, you never will became the God Who you are now👊 in 2024

Goat

Someone 2025 ?

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1:19 a nissan gtr r34 overtakes me me with a tuned tutsuru and with altered reality....

2025 WHOS HERE

TOP 3 RAPPERS EMINEM SLIM SHADY MARSALL MATHERS

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Que som zeiraaaa muito bom de mais ❤

2025❤😂

Pionyang

Yeah the beat here is just unreal!!

Eminem, Nate Dogg, 50 cent, featuring this track!! Couldn't get better than that!!

i love low down and dirty its so good

Why that song wasn't opening for the album, sounds like that. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

...swearing that they was alwayS DOWN.

Murder, Murder Lyrics [Chorus: 2Pac, Swifty McVay & Masta Ace] All I see is murder, murder, my mindstate Makes it too late for cops to try and stop the crime rate All I see is murder, murder, my mindstate Murder, murder, murder and kill, kill, kill All I see is murder, murder, my mindstate Makes it too late for cops to try and stop the crime rate All I see is murder, murder, my mindstate Murder, murder, murder and kill, kill, kill [Verse 1: Eminem] Left the keys in the van with a gat in each hand Went up in Eastland and shot a policeman Fuck a peace plan if a citizen bystands This shit is in my hands, here's your lifespan And for what your life's worth, this money is twice than Grab a couple grand and lay up in Iceland See, I'm a nice man, but money turned me to Satan I'm thirsty for this green so bad, I'm dehydratin' Hurry up with the cash, bitch, I got a ride waitin' Shot a man twice in the back when he tried skatin' I want the whole pie, I won't be denied Nathan Maybe I need my head inside straightened Brain contemplatin', clean out the register Dip before somebody catches ya Or gets your description and sketches ya Then connects you as the prime suspect But I ain't set to flee the scene of the crime just yet 'Cause I got a daughter to feed And two hundred dollars ain't enough to water the seed The best thing would be for me to leave Taco Bell And hit up Chess King and have the lady at the desk bring Money from the safe in the back, stepped in wavin' a MAC Co-operate, and we can operate to save an attack This bitch tried escapin' the jack (AHHHHHHH!) Grabbed her by the throat, it's murder she wrote You barely heard a word as she choked It wasn't nothin' for her to be smoked Then I slammed her on her back 'til the vertebrae broke Just then, the pigs bust in yellin', "Freeze!" But I'm already wanted for sellin' ki's And a bunch of other felonies from A-to-Z like spellin' bees So before I dropped to the ground and fell on knees I bust shots, they bust back Hit me square in the chest, wasn't wearin' a vest [Chorus: 2Pac, Swifty McVay & Masta Ace] All I see is murder, murder, my mindstate Makes it too late for cops to try and stop the crime rate All I see is murder, murder, my mindstate Murder, murder, murder and kill, kill, kill All I see is murder, murder, my mindstate Makes it too late for cops to try and stop the crime rate All I see is murder, murder, my mindstate Murder, murder, murder and kill, kill, kill [Verse 2: Eminem] Left the house, pullin' out the drive, backin' out Blew the back-end out this lady's Jag, started blackin' out Pulled the MAC-10 out Stuck it in her face - "Shut your yackin' mouth 'Fore I blow the brain from out the back ya scalp!" Drug her by her hair, smacked her up Figured, "Fuck it! Mug her while you're there," jacked her up Stole her car and made a profit Grabbed the tape from out the deck and loft it Out the window like the girl in Set It Off did Jetted off, kid, stole the whip, now I'm a criminal Drove it through somebody's yard, dove into they swimmin' pool Climbed out and collapsed on the patio I made it out alive, but I'm injured badly though Parents screamin', "Johnny, go in and call the police! Tell 'em there's a crazy man disturbin' all of the peace!" Tried to stall him at least long enough to let me leap up Run in they crib and at least leave with some little cheap stuff Actin' like they never seen nobody hit a lick before Smashed the window, grabbed the Nintendo 64 When they sell out in stores, the price triples I ran up the block jumpin' kids on tricycles And collided with an eighty-year-old lady with groceries There goes cheese, eggs, milk and Post Toasties Stood up and started to see stars Too many siren sounds, it seemed like a thousand police cars Barely escaped, must've been some dumb luck Jumped up and climbed the back of a movin' dump truck But I think somebody seen me maybe Plus I lost the damn Nintendo and I must've dropped a Beanie Baby Fuck it, I give up, I'm surrounded in blue suits Came out with a white flag hollerin', "Truce-truce!" (Don't shoot!) And surrendered my weapon to cops Wasn't me, it was the gangster rap and the peppermint Schnapps [Chorus: 2Pac, Swifty McVay & Masta Ace] All I see is murder, murder, my mindstate Makes it too late for cops to try and stop the crime rate All I see is murder, murder, my mindstate Murder, murder, murder and kill, kill, kill All I see is murder, murder, my mindstate Makes it too late for cops to try and stop the crime rate All I see is murder, murder, my mindstate Murder, murder, murder and kill, kill, kill All I see is murder, murder, my mi-, my, my, my mi-, my, my, my mindstate All I see is murder, murder, my mindstate All I see is murder, murder, my mindstate (Murder, murder, murder and kill, kill, kill) All I see is murder, murder, my mindstate All I see is murder, murder, my mindstate All I see is murder, murder, my mindstate All I see is murder, murder, my mindstate (Murder, murder, murder and kill, kill, kill) All I see is murder, murder, my mindstate All I see is murder, murder, my mindstate All I see is murder, murder, my mindstate All I see is murder, murder, my mindstate (Murder, murder, murder and kill, kill, kill)

Intro] "Life," by Marshall Mathers What is life? Life is like a big obstacle in front of your optical to slow you down And every time you think you've gotten past it It's gonna come back around to tackle you to the damn ground (If I had a million) What are friends? Friends are people that you think are your friends But they really your enemies with secret identities In disguises to hide they true colors So just when you think you close enough to be brothers They wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin' What is money? Money is what makes a man act funny, money is the root of all evil Money'll make them same friends come back around Swearin' that they was always down What is life? I'm tired of life [Verse 1] I'm tired of backstabbin'-ass snakes with friendly grins I'm tired of committin' so many sins Tired of always givin' in when this bottle of Henny wins Tired of never havin' any ends Tired of havin' skinny friends hooked on crack and Mini Thins I'm tired of this DJ playin' your shit when he spins Tired of not havin' a deal Tired of havin' to deal with the bullshit without grabbin' the steel Tired of drownin' in my sorrow Tired of havin' to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo I'm tired of motherfuckers sprayin' shit and dartin' off I'm tired of jobs startin' off at $5.50 an hour Then this boss wonders why I'm smartin' off Tired of bein' fired every time I fart and cough Tired of havin' to work as a gas station clerk For this jerk, breathin' down my neck, drivin' me berserk I'm tired of usin' plastic silverware Tired of workin' at Builder's Square, tired of not bein' a millionaire [Chorus] But if I had a million dollars I'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics (If I had a million dollars) If I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick without a condom on while I'm on the john (I could set my troubles free) If I had a million bucks It wouldn't be enough 'cause I'd still be out robbin' armored trucks (If I had a million dollars) If I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss [Verse 2] I'm tired of bein' white trash, broke, and always poor Tired of takin' pop bottles back to the party store Tired of not havin' a phone Tired of not havin' a home to have one in if I did have one on Tired of not drivin' a BM Tired of not workin' at GM, tired of wantin' to be him Tired of not sleepin' without a Tylenol PM Tired of not performin' in a packed coliseum Tired of not bein' on tour Tired of fuckin' the same blonde whore after work in the back of a Contour I'm tired of fakin' knots with a stack of ones Havin' a lack of funds and resortin' back to guns Tired of bein' stared at Tired of wearin' the same damn Nike Air hat Tired of steppin' in clubs, wearin' the same pair of Lugz Tired of people sayin' they're tired of hearin' me rap about drugs Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me Sayin' they wasn't feelin' me on "Nobody's As Ill As Me" And I'm tired of radio stations tellin' fibs Tired of JLB sayin', "Where hip-hop lives" (Where hip-hop lives) [Chorus] But if I had a million dollars I'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics (If I had a million dollars) If I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick without a condom on while I'm on the john (I would set my troubles free) If I had a million bucks It wouldn't be enough 'cause I'd still be out robbin' armored trucks (If I had a million dollars) If I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss [Outro] You know what I'm sayin'? I'm tired of all of this bullshit (If I had a million dollars) Tellin' me to be positive, how am I 'posed to be positive When I don't see shit positive? You know what I'm sayin'? I rap about shit around me, shit I see (If I had a million dollars) You know what I'm sayin'? Right now, I'm tired of everything Tired of all this player-hatin' that's goin' on in my own city (You could share my wealth with me) Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'? But hey, it's cool though (If I had a million dollars) You know what I'm sayin'? I'm just fed up That's my word (I could set my troubles free) (If I had a million dollars)

Lyrics [Chorus: Redman, The Notorious B.i.G. & Eminem] I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed! Low down dirty, even, I'm low down and I'm shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from! I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed! Low down dirty, even, I'm low down and I'm shifty! (Ahh) And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from! [Verse 1: Eminem] Warnin', this shit's gon' be rated R: restricted You see this bullet hole in my neck? It's self-inflicted Doctor slapped my mama, "Bitch, you got a sick kid" Arrested, molested myself, and got convicted Wearin' visors, sunglasses, and disguises 'Cause my split personality is havin' an identity crisis I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyll, disrespectful Hearin' voices in my head while these whispers echo "Murder-murder, redrum!", brain size of a bread crumb Which drug will I end up dead from? Inebriated 'til my stress is alleviated "How in the fuck can Eminem and Shady be related?" Illiterate, illegitimate shit spitter Bitch getter, hid in the bush like Margot Kidder Jumped out (Rah!), killed the bitch and did her Used to let the babysitter suck my dick when I was littler Smoke a blunt while I'm titty fucking Bette Midler (Ah! Ah!) Sniper, waiting on your roof like the Fiddler Y'all thought I was gonna rhyme with Riddler, didn't ya? Bring yo bitch, I wanna see if this dick gon' fit in her [Chorus: Redman, The Notorious B.i.G. & Eminem] I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed! Low down dirty, even, I'm low down and I'm shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from! I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed! Low down dirty, even, I'm low down and I'm shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from! [Verse 2: Eminem] I lace tunes, that's out this world like space moons With a bunch of crazed loons dismissin' brains like graze wounds Nothing but idiots and misfits, dipshits Doin' whippets, passed out like sampler snippets (Hi) Where's the weed? I wanna tamper with it I'ma let your grandpa hit it Lace it up with cocaine, so he can't forget it Fuck it, maybe I'm a bum But I was put on this earth to make your baby mama cum So what I'm on is way beyond the rum Or any alcoholic beverage, losing all of my leverage Went up inside the First National Bank broke and left rich Walking biohazard causing wreckage, smoked out like Eckrich Dandruff's making my neck itch, what the fuck? Give me the check, bitch! You just lost your tip, there's a pubic hair in my breakfast (The fuck is this?) Got shit popping off like bottle cap tips (Pew) Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of your mama's chapped lips Slap dips, support domestic violence Beat your bitch's ass while your kids stare in silence (Hahahaha) I'm just joking, is Dirty Dozen really dust smoking? If all your shit's missing, then probably one of us broke in [Chorus: Redman, The Notorious B.i.G. & Eminem] I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed! Low down dirty, even, I'm low down and I'm shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from! I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed! Low down dirty, even, I'm low down and I'm shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from! [Verse 3: Eminem] My head's ringing, like it was Spider-Sense tingling Blitzin' like Green Bay did when they shitted on New England I'm out the game, put the second string in This Brandy got me swinging, bobbing back and forth like a penguin (Ah-de-la, ah-de-la) Delinquent, chokin' microphones with broken English Make your mama be like, "Ooh, this is good! Who sings this?" "Slim Shady, his tape is dope, I dug it It's rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that drug shit" (Drug shit) It was predicted by a medic, I'd grow To be an addicted diabetic, livin' on liquid Triaminic Pathetic, but I don't think this headache's ever vanishin' Panicking, I think I might have just took too much Anacin Frozen mannequin, posin' stiffer than a statue I think I'm dying; God, is that you? (God, is that you?) Somebody help me, before I OD on an LP Take me to ER ASAP for an IV Motherfuck JLB, they don't support no hip-hop They say that's where it lives, the closest they gon' come is 2Pac It's politics, it's all a fix Set up for these white blue-collared hicks It's to make a dollar off of black music With a subliminal ball of tricks (Pssh) For those who kiss ass and swallow dicks [Chorus: Redman, The Notorious B.i.G. & Eminem] I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed! Low down dirty, even, I'm low down and I'm shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from! I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed! Low down dirty, even, I'm low down and I'm shifty! (Ahh) And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from! [Produced by Da Brigade]

I play Forza Horizon 4

The Fast and furious 3! Challenge in Tokyo

He was so pissed at her 😂

Slim Mathers Matters!

Produced by Chedder Bob

This is the version i listened to growing up not that remixed crock of shit they ended up releasing

I never thought old school rap could spud so refreshing😮😅✌️👍(I’m 42 btw so I remember when this was what rap sounded like) still love rap to this day and todays rap too, It’s just that I haven’t heard this in so long❤❤🎉

AAPL T

I’m listening to this album for the first time today and this version sounds much better and more scarier(?) than the version on the SSLP

... .. . Daddy Slim Shady. .. ...

Lets let our love unfurl

Hoje: 31/12/2024, em pleno réveillon ouvindo essa pedrada 😂😂

Beef N Bunns! 🍔 We Gotchu!

the best of the movie but tokyo drift also

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❤ Buick Grand National!

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3:17 50 Cent Come On

I love this song. Something tells me this was recorded way before this album dropped.

Brian: Esse é o seu carro! Dom: Meu carro? Eu falei um carro de 10 segundos e nao uma lata velha! Jersye: Você pode empurrar até a linha de chegada ou então rebocar! Dom: Nem rebocado eu cruzo a linha de chegada

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