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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 it's the X, you
I grab the mic and get down, like syndrome
Hide in Rome and to the masses, without
qualifies me for the term "universal"
Without no rehearsal, words is controversial
Like I'm not, the one you to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass the train did that bitch
got "Banned From TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch you're whole head up
is the motion, weed comin' through
Hollow in the lead, the .45 through

me? ("Throw ya guns in the air!")
me? ("Slam! Slam!")
Remember me? ("Nigga back da up!")
me? ("Chka-chka-Onyx!")

Niggas "no" for an answer, ghetto no
Yeah, I've been no but it's more like
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, yeah it'll 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 extended the cheddars and credda
Instead of vendetta, a mellow beretta from to gutter
Nope! Never leave a shredda
I got the soul of rapper in me, love me and hate me
My moms got by the industry and made me
I'm the nigga ever, I told you
I get pussy than them dike bitches total
Want beef, nigga? Psh better dead that
My should 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 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
Wantin' my head, you think it be somethin' I said?

Remember me? ("I just don't 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 I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my image,
So I promised the critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six
(Six minutes, Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, made me an angry blond
So I made me a song, killed her and put on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' crazy thoughts
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 somebody must've in the back window
And stole two loaded guns and both of my trench coats
Sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
With M-16's with ten clips
And them reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clintin's to fix these streets?
Fuck that! Psh you can vanish to volcanic ash
And re-appear in hell 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?!