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

For this, why the X, you retarded?
I grab the mic and get down, like syndrome
Hide in and to the masses, without boundaries
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 ass like the train did that bitch
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 no but it's more like
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, yeah it'll 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 cheddars and
Instead of vendetta, a mellow beretta from ghetto to
Nope! Never leave a shredda
I got the soul of every rapper in me, me and hate me
My moms got raped by the and made me
I'm the nigga ever, I told you
I get more than them dike bitches total
Want beef, nigga? Psh dead that 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 do that shit for a bullet too
What you want to do, cocksuckers? We're
'Til the cops cuff us, start ruckus and drop blockbusters
'Round the clock hustlers, you touch us
I'm gettin' wires niggas wantin' me
my head, you think 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 I die, I mean 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, made 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 stuck 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 machine guns and both of my trench coats
Sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
With M-16's ten clips each
And them reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill speech to fix these streets?
Fuck that! Psh you fagots can vanish to 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 fuck you at, nigga?)
you remember me?
me?
me?!
me?!