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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?
'Cause I grab the mic and get down, syndrome
Hide in Rome and to the masses, boundaries
Which qualifies me for the "universal"
Without no rehearsal, colleague words is
I'm not, the one you want to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass the train did that bitch
That got "Banned TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch you're head split up
is the motion, weed comin' through
Hollow 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 "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
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 mellow beretta from ghetto to
Evidence? Nope! Never a shredda
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me and me
My moms got raped by the industry and me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I you
I get more pussy than 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
def, fuck bitches raw, on the kitchen floor
So what I'm a do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my who'd do that shit for a bullet too
What you to do, cocksuckers? We're glockbusters
the cops cuff us, gonna start ruckus and drop blockbusters
'Round the clock hustlers, you touch us
I'm gettin' wires wantin' me dead
my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? ("I just don't a fuck!")
Remember me? ("Yeah, 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 wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry
So I made me a song, her and put Haley on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck a crazy mom
(Is she on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home, and somebody broke in the back window
And two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Sick sick of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
With M-16's with ten clips
And them shits reach six kids each
And Slim gets in Bill Clintin's speech to fix these streets?
Fuck that! Psh you can vanish to volcanic ash
And in hell with a can of gas, and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em it's at
(Shot)
(What the fuck you at, nigga?)
you remember me?
me?
me?!
me?!