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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
Which qualifies me for the "universal"
Without no rehearsal, colleague words is
Like I'm not, the one you to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the did that bitch
That got "Banned TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch you're whole split up
Loco is the motion, weed through
Hollow tips in the lead, the .45

Remember me? ("Throw ya in the air!")
me? ("Slam! Slam!")
Remember me? ("Nigga da fuck 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 than better to be a competitor
This ved is a head, the is all redder, you deader and deader
I better extended the cheddars and
Instead of vendetta, a beretta from ghetto to gutter
Evidence? Nope! Never leave a
I got the soul of every 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 more pussy them dike bitches total
Want beef, Psh better 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 floor
So what I'm a do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a too
What you want to do, We're glockbusters
'Til the cops cuff us, gonna start and drop blockbusters
'Round the clock hustlers, you touch us
I'm wires niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I

Remember me? ("I don't give 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 don't mean when I die, I when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to up my fuckin' image,
So I promised the critics
I say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an blond
So I made me a song, her and put Haley on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy
In my cranium, but I'm with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as dope as you say she's on?)
Came home, and must've broke in the back window
And two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Sick sick of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
M-16's with ten clips each
And shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill speech to fix these streets?
Fuck that! Psh you fagots can to volcanic ash
And re-appear in with a can of gas, and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em it's at
(Shot)
(What the you starin' at, nigga?)
Don't you me?
me?
me?!
me?!