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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 the X, you retarded?
'Cause I the mic and get down, like syndrome
Hide in and to the masses, without boundaries
Which qualifies me for the "universal"
no rehearsal, colleague words is controversial
Like I'm not, the one you to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did bitch
That got "Banned TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch you're head split up
Loco is the motion, comin' through
Hollow 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 "no" for an answer, ghetto no
Yeah, I've told no but it's more like
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, yeah fuck you if you let her
Better come better than to be a competitor
This ved is a head, the is all redder, you deader and deader
I better extended the and credda
Instead of vendetta, a mellow from ghetto to gutter
Evidence? Nope! Never 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 pussy than them dike bitches total
Want beef, Psh better dead 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 what I'm a do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that for a bullet too
you want to do, cocksuckers? We're glockbusters
'Til the cops cuff us, start ruckus and drop blockbusters
the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires niggas me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be 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 mean I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my image,
So I the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six
(Six minutes, Shady, you're on)
My mom, bitch made me an angry blond
So I me a song, killed 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 really on as much as you say she's on?)
Came home, and somebody must've broke in the back
And two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Sick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids,
M-16's with ten clips each
And them shits reach through six each
And Slim blamed in Bill Clintin's speech to fix these streets?
Fuck that! Psh you can vanish to volcanic ash
And re-appear in hell a can of gas, and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em it's at
(Shot)
(What the fuck you at, nigga?)
you remember me?
me?
me?!
me?!