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Remember me? ("There executions")
Remember me? ("I no remorse")
me? ("I'm high, power!")
Remember me? ("I drop bombs 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, words is controversial
I'm not, the one you want to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that
got "Banned From TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch you're whole head up
Loco is the motion, weed through
tips 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 catchin' "no" for an answer, no
Yeah, I've been told no but it's more
"No, no, no!!"
a bitch, yeah it'll fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a
This ved is a head, the is all redder, you deader and deader
I extended the cheddars and credda
of vendetta, a mellow beretta from ghetto to gutter
Evidence? Nope! Never leave a
I got the soul of every rapper in me, me and hate me
My moms got by the industry and made me
I'm the illest ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dike total
Want beef, nigga? Psh dead that shit
My should be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"
Probably say "he ain't a killa", but I'm myself
Smoke def, fuck bitches raw, on the kitchen
So think what I'm a do to you, done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a too
you want to do, cocksuckers? We're glockbusters
'Til the cops cuff us, gonna start and drop blockbusters
'Round the clock hustlers, you touch us
I'm gettin' wires wantin' me dead
my head, you think it could 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!")

I go out, I'm a go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club,
I'm tryin' to 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, bitch me an angry blond
So I made me a song, killed her and put on
I may be wrong, I keep these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say on?)
Came home, and somebody must've in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my coats
sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
With with ten clips each
And them shits reach six kids each
And Slim blamed in Bill Clintin's speech to fix these streets?
Fuck that! Psh you fagots can 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 you starin' at, nigga?)
you remember me?
me?
me?!
me?!