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

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

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

Niggas "no" for an answer, ghetto no
Yeah, been told no but it's more like
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, it'll fuck you if you let her
Better come better better to be a competitor
This ved is a head, the is all redder, you deader and deader
I better the cheddars and credda
Instead of vendetta, a mellow from 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 pussy than them dike bitches total
beef, nigga? Psh better dead that shit
My name be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"
Probably say "he a killa", but I'm killin' myself
Smoke def, fuck bitches raw, on the kitchen
So what I'm a do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that for a bullet too
What you want to do, cocksuckers? We're
'Til the cuff us, gonna start ruckus and drop blockbusters
'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot us
I'm wires niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I

Remember me? ("I don't give a fuck!")
me? ("Yeah, fuck 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 mean when I die, I when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm to clean up my fuckin' 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' crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm with a crazy mom
(Is she on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home, and somebody broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench
Sick sick dreams of scenes, two kids, sixteen
With with ten clips each
And shits reach through six kids each
And gets blamed in Bill Clintin's speech to fix these streets?
Fuck that! Psh you can vanish to volcanic ash
And re-appear in hell a can of gas, and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where at
(Shot)
(What the fuck you at, nigga?)
you remember me?
me?
me?!
me?!