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Remember me? ("There executions")
Remember me? ("I no remorse")
me? ("I'm high, power!")
Remember me? ("I bombs like Hiroshima")

For this, why the X, you retarded?
I grab the mic and get down, like syndrome
Hide in Rome and to the masses, without
qualifies me for the term "universal"
Without no rehearsal, words is controversial
Like I'm not, the one you to contest, see
'Cause hit your ass like the train did that bitch
got "Banned From TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch you're whole split up
Loco is the motion, 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 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 than better 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 ghetto to
Evidence? Nope! Never leave a
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me and me
My got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I you
I get more pussy them dike bitches total
beef, nigga? Psh better dead that shit
My name be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"
Probably say "he a killa", but I'm killin' myself
Smoke def, bitches raw, on the kitchen 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? glockbusters
'Til the cuff us, gonna start ruckus and drop blockbusters
'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot us
I'm gettin' wires niggas wantin' me
Wantin' my head, you it could be somethin' I said?

me? ("I just 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 when 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, her and put Haley on
I may be wrong, I keep these crazy thoughts
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 must've broke in the window
And two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Sick sick of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
With M-16's ten clips each
And shits reach 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 you starin' at, nigga?)
you remember me?
me?
me?!
me?!