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Remember me? ("There executions")
me? ("I have 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
Which me for the term "universal"
no rehearsal, colleague words is controversial
Like I'm not, the one you to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit ass like the train did that bitch
That got "Banned TV"
Heavyweight get up, you're whole head split up
Loco is the motion, comin' through
tips in the lead, the .45 through

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

Niggas catchin' "no" for an answer, no
Yeah, I've been told no but it's like
"No, no, no!!"
a bitch, yeah it'll fuck you if you let her
Better come better better to be a competitor
ved is a head, the shit is all redder, you deader and deader
I better extended the and credda
Instead of vendetta, a mellow beretta from ghetto to
Evidence? Nope! Never a shredda
I got the of every 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 pussy than them dike bitches total
Want beef, nigga? Psh better that shit
My name be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"
Probably say "he ain't a killa", but I'm killin'
Smoke def, fuck bitches raw, on the kitchen
So think what I'm a do to you, done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a too
What you want to do, We're glockbusters
'Til the cops cuff us, gonna start and drop blockbusters
'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot us
I'm gettin' wires niggas me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it be somethin' I said?

Remember me? ("I just 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 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, Slim Shady, on)
My baby's mom, made me an angry 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 a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say on?)
Came home, and somebody broke in the back window
And stole two machine guns and both of my trench coats
Sick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids,
With M-16's with ten each
And them shits reach through six each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clintin's 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, 'em where it's at
(Shot)
(What the fuck you at, nigga?)
you remember me?
me?
me?!
me?!