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Remember me? ("There executions")
me? ("I have no remorse")
me? ("I'm high, power!")
Remember me? ("I drop bombs Hiroshima")

For this, why it's the X, you
'Cause I the mic and get down, like syndrome
in Rome and to the masses, without 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 did that bitch
got "Banned From TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch you're whole split up
Loco is the motion, weed 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 catchin' "no" for an answer, no
Yeah, been 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 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, love me and me
My moms got raped by the and made me
I'm the illest ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dike bitches
Want beef, nigga? Psh better dead shit
My should be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"
Probably say "he a killa", but I'm killin' myself
Smoke def, bitches raw, on the kitchen floor
So what I'm a do to you, have done to you
Got in my hood who'd do that shit for a bullet too
you want to do, cocksuckers? We're glockbusters
'Til the cops us, gonna start ruckus and drop blockbusters
'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot us
I'm gettin' niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be I said?

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 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 angry
So I made me a song, killed her and put on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these thoughts
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 window
And stole two loaded guns and both of my trench coats
Sick sick dreams of scenes, two kids, sixteen
With with ten clips each
And them shits through six kids each
And Slim gets in Bill Clintin's speech to fix these streets?
Fuck that! Psh you fagots can vanish to ash
And re-appear in with a can of gas, and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where at
(Shot)
(What the you starin' at, nigga?)
you remember me?
me?
me?!
me?!