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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 the X, you retarded?
'Cause I grab the mic and get down, syndrome
in Rome and to the masses, without boundaries
Which qualifies me for the "universal"
no rehearsal, colleague words is controversial
Like I'm not, the one you to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that
got "Banned From TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch you're whole split up
Loco is the motion, comin' through
Hollow tips in the lead, the .45

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

Niggas catchin' "no" for an answer, no
Yeah, I've been told no but it's more
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, yeah fuck you if you let her
come better than better to be a competitor
This ved is a head, the shit is all redder, you deader and
I better the cheddars and credda
Instead of vendetta, a beretta from ghetto to gutter
Evidence? Nope! Never leave a
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 pussy than them dike bitches total
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, 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 shit for a bullet too
What you want to do, We're glockbusters
'Til the cuff us, gonna start ruckus and drop blockbusters
the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires niggas wantin' me
Wantin' my head, you think it be somethin' I said?

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