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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 the mic and get down, like syndrome
Hide in Rome and to the masses, boundaries
Which me for the term "universal"
Without no rehearsal, words is controversial
Like I'm not, the one you to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that
That got "Banned TV"
Heavyweight get up, you're whole head split up
is the motion, weed comin' through
Hollow in the lead, the .45 through

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, I've been told no but it's like
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, 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 extended the cheddars and credda
Instead of vendetta, a beretta from ghetto to gutter
Nope! Never leave a shredda
I got the soul of rapper in me, love me and hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I 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, fuck bitches raw, on the kitchen
So think what I'm a do to you, have to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a too
you want to do, cocksuckers? We're glockbusters
'Til the cops us, gonna start ruckus and drop blockbusters
'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot us
I'm gettin' wires niggas me dead
Wantin' my head, you it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? ("I just don't a fuck!")
me? ("Yeah, fuck 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 to clean up my fuckin' image,
So I the fuckin' critics
I say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, made me an angry blond
So I made me a song, killed her and put 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 much as you say she's on?)
Came home, and somebody must've broke in the window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench
sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
With M-16's with ten each
And shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets in Bill Clintin's 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, the gat, show 'em where it's at
(Shot)
(What the fuck you at, nigga?)
Don't you me?
me?
me?!
me?!