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Remember me? ("There executions")
Remember me? ("I no remorse")
me? ("I'm high, power!")
Remember me? ("I drop like Hiroshima")

For this, why the X, you retarded?
'Cause I grab the mic and get down, like
Hide in Rome and to the masses, boundaries
Which qualifies me for the "universal"
Without no rehearsal, colleague words is
Like I'm not, the one you to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit ass like the train did that bitch
That got "Banned TV"
get up, watch you're whole head split up
Loco is the motion, weed through
tips in the lead, the .45 through

Remember me? ("Throw ya in the air!")
me? ("Slam! Slam!")
Remember me? ("Nigga back da up!")
me? ("Chka-chka-Onyx!")

Niggas catchin' "no" for an answer, no
Yeah, been told no but it's more like
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, yeah fuck you if you let her
Better come better than to be a competitor
This ved is a head, the shit is all redder, you and deader
I extended the cheddars and credda
Instead of vendetta, a mellow beretta ghetto to gutter
Nope! Never leave a shredda
I got the soul of every rapper in me, me and hate me
My moms got raped by the and made me
I'm the illest ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them bitches total
Want beef, nigga? Psh better dead that
My name be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"
Probably say "he ain't a killa", but I'm myself
Smoke def, bitches raw, on the kitchen floor
So think what I'm a do to you, have to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that for a bullet too
What you want to do, We're glockbusters
the cops cuff us, gonna start ruckus and drop blockbusters
'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot us
I'm gettin' wires niggas wantin' me
Wantin' my head, you it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? ("I just don't a fuck!")
Remember me? ("Yeah, you too!")
Remember me? ("I'm low and I'm shifty!")
me? ("I'm shady!")

When I go out, I'm a go out
I mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my image,
So I promised the fuckin'
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six
(Six minutes, Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, made me an angry blond
So I me a song, killed her and put Haley on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a mom
(Is she really on as dope as you say she's on?)
Came home, and must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench
Sick sick of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
M-16's with ten clips each
And them shits reach through six each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill speech to fix these streets?
Fuck that! Psh you can vanish to volcanic ash
And re-appear in with a can of gas, and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where at
(Shot)
(What the you starin' at, nigga?)
Don't you me?
me?
me?!
me?!