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

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

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

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

me? ("I just don't give 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 don't when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to up my fuckin' image,
So I promised the critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six
(Six minutes, Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an blond
So I made me a song, 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 on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home, and somebody must've in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench
Sick sick of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
With M-16's ten clips each
And shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clintin's speech to fix streets?
Fuck that! Psh you fagots can vanish to ash
And re-appear in with a can of gas, and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em it's at
(Shot)
(What the fuck you at, nigga?)
you remember me?
me?
me?!
me?!