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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
I grab the mic and get down, like syndrome
Hide in Rome and to the masses, boundaries
Which me for the term "universal"
Without no rehearsal, colleague words is
I'm not, the one you want to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the did that bitch
got "Banned From TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch you're head split 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 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, yeah it'll you if you let her
Better better than better to be a competitor
ved is a head, the shit is all redder, you deader and deader
I better extended the cheddars and
Instead of vendetta, a mellow beretta from to gutter
Evidence? Nope! leave a shredda
I got the of every rapper in me, love me and hate me
My got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest ever, I told you
I get more than them dike 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 killin'
Smoke def, fuck raw, on the kitchen floor
So think what I'm a do to you, have to you
Got in my hood who'd do that shit for a bullet too
you want to do, cocksuckers? We're glockbusters
'Til the cops cuff us, start ruckus and drop blockbusters
'Round the hustlers, you cannot touch 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!")
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 I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm to clean up my fuckin' image,
So I promised the fuckin'
I say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry
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 with a mom
(Is she on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home, and somebody must've in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench
Sick sick dreams of scenes, two kids, sixteen
M-16's with ten clips each
And them shits through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Clintin's speech to fix these streets?
Fuck that! Psh you fagots can to volcanic ash
And in hell 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?!