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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
'Cause I grab the mic and get down, syndrome
in Rome and to the masses, without boundaries
Which me for the term "universal"
no rehearsal, colleague words is controversial
Like I'm not, the one you to contest, see
I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch
That got "Banned TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch whole head split up
Loco is the motion, weed comin'
Hollow in the lead, the .45 through

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

Niggas catchin' "no" for an answer, no
Yeah, I've been told no but it's more
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, it'll fuck you if you let her
Better come better than to be a competitor
This ved is a head, the shit is all redder, you and deader
I better extended the cheddars and
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 moms got raped by the industry and me
I'm the nigga 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 bitches raw, on the floor
So think what I'm a do to you, done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do shit for a bullet too
What you want to do, cocksuckers? glockbusters
'Til the cops cuff us, start ruckus and drop blockbusters
the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I

Remember me? ("I just don't 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 promised the fuckin'
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 these crazy 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 of my trench coats
Sick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids,
M-16's with ten clips each
And them shits through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clintin's speech to fix these
Fuck that! Psh you fagots can to volcanic ash
And re-appear in hell with a can of gas, and a
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where at
(Shot)
(What the you starin' at, nigga?)
you remember me?
me?
me?!
me?!