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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 it's the X, you
'Cause I the mic and get down, like syndrome
Hide in Rome and to the masses, without
qualifies me for the term "universal"
Without no rehearsal, colleague words is
Like I'm not, the one you to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did bitch
got "Banned From TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch you're whole head up
is the motion, weed comin' through
Hollow tips in the lead, the .45

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

Niggas catchin' "no" for an answer, no
Yeah, I've been no but it's more like
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, it'll 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 better the cheddars and credda
Instead of vendetta, a mellow beretta from to gutter
Nope! Never leave a shredda
I got the soul of every in me, love me and hate me
My moms got by the industry and made me
I'm the nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dike bitches
Want beef, Psh better dead that shit
My name be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"
Probably say "he ain't a killa", but I'm myself
Smoke def, fuck bitches raw, on the floor
So what I'm a do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my who'd do that shit for a bullet too
What you want to do, cocksuckers? We're
'Til the cops cuff us, gonna start and drop blockbusters
the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm wires niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be I said?

Remember me? ("I don't give a fuck!")
Remember me? ("Yeah, you too!")
me? ("I'm low down 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 mean I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to up my fuckin' image,
So I promised the fuckin'
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, on)
My baby's mom, bitch me an angry blond
So I made me a song, killed her and put on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these thoughts
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 broke in the back
And stole two machine guns and both of my trench coats
Sick sick dreams of scenes, two kids, sixteen
With M-16's with ten clips
And them reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Clintin's speech to fix these 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 you starin' at, nigga?)
you remember me?
me?
me?!
me?!