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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 the X, you retarded?
'Cause I the mic and get down, like syndrome
Hide in Rome and to the masses, without
Which qualifies me for the "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 bitch
got "Banned From TV"
Heavyweight get up, you're whole head split up
Loco is the motion, comin' through
Hollow tips in the lead, the .45

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, been told no but it's more like
"No, no, no!!"
a bitch, yeah it'll fuck you if you let her
Better better than 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 from ghetto to gutter
Evidence? Nope! Never leave a
I got the of every rapper in me, love me and hate me
My moms got raped by the and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I 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"
Probably say "he a killa", but I'm killin' myself
Smoke def, fuck raw, on the kitchen floor
So think I'm a do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood do that shit for a bullet too
What you want to do, cocksuckers? We're
'Til the cops cuff us, gonna start and drop blockbusters
'Round the hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? ("I just 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 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 made me an blond
So I made me a song, her and put Haley on
I may be wrong, I thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a mom
(Is she really on as much as you say she's on?)
home, and somebody must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine and both of my trench coats
Sick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids,
With M-16's ten clips each
And them shits reach through six each
And Slim gets blamed in Clintin's speech to fix these streets?
Fuck that! Psh you can vanish 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?)
you remember me?
me?
me?!
me?!