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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 the X, you retarded?
'Cause I grab the mic and get down, syndrome
Hide in Rome and to the masses, without
Which me for the term "universal"
Without no rehearsal, colleague words is
I'm not, the one you want to contest, see
'Cause hit your ass like the train did that bitch
That got "Banned TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch you're head split up
is the motion, weed comin' through
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 catchin' "no" for an answer, no
Yeah, I've been no but it's more like
"No, no, no!!"
a bitch, yeah it'll fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a
This ved is a head, the shit is all redder, you deader and
I better extended the and credda
Instead of vendetta, a mellow beretta from ghetto to
Evidence? Nope! Never 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 nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dike total
Want beef, nigga? Psh better that shit
My name be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"
say "he ain't a killa", but I'm killin' myself
Smoke def, fuck raw, on the kitchen floor
So think I'm a do to you, have done 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 cuff us, gonna start ruckus and drop
'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot us
I'm wires niggas wantin' me dead
my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

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