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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 it's the X, you
'Cause I the mic and get down, like syndrome
Hide in Rome and to the masses, boundaries
qualifies me for the term "universal"
Without no rehearsal, colleague words is
I'm not, the one you want to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did bitch
That got "Banned TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch you're head split up
Loco is the motion, weed comin'
tips in the lead, the .45 through

Remember me? ("Throw ya 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 more like
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, yeah 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
Instead of vendetta, a mellow beretta ghetto to gutter
Nope! Never leave a shredda
I got the soul of every rapper in me, me and hate me
My got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the nigga ever, I told you
I get more than 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 kitchen
So think what I'm a do to you, done to you
Got niggas in my who'd do that shit for a bullet too
What you want to do, We're glockbusters
'Til the cops cuff us, gonna start ruckus and drop
the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires niggas wantin' me
Wantin' my head, you think it could be 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 I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my image,
So I the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an blond
So I me a song, killed her and put Haley on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy
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 must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded guns and both of my trench coats
Sick sick of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
With M-16's with ten each
And them reach through six kids each
And Slim gets 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?!