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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, like
Hide in Rome and to the masses, boundaries
qualifies 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 ass like the train did that bitch
That got "Banned TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch you're whole split up
Loco is the motion, weed comin'
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 told no but it's more like
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, yeah it'll you if you let her
Better come better better to be a competitor
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
Nope! Never leave a shredda
I got the soul of rapper in me, love me and hate me
My got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them bitches total
Want beef, nigga? Psh better dead shit
My name be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"
Probably say "he a killa", but I'm killin' myself
Smoke def, fuck bitches raw, on the floor
So think what I'm a do to you, have to you
Got niggas in my who'd do that shit for a bullet too
What you want to do, We're glockbusters
'Til the cuff us, gonna start ruckus and drop blockbusters
'Round the hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires niggas wantin' me
Wantin' my head, you it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? ("I just don't 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 mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my image,
So I promised the critics
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, her and put Haley on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these thoughts
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 broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my coats
Sick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids,
M-16's with ten clips each
And them shits through six kids each
And gets blamed in Bill Clintin's speech 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, the gat, show 'em where it's at
(Shot)
(What the you starin' at, nigga?)
Don't you me?
me?
me?!
me?!