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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 the X, you retarded?
'Cause I grab the mic and get down, syndrome
Hide in and to the masses, without 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
got "Banned From TV"
Heavyweight get up, you're whole head split up
is the motion, weed comin' through
Hollow tips in the lead, the .45

Remember me? ("Throw ya 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 fuck you if you let her
Better come than better to be a competitor
ved is a head, the shit is all redder, you deader and deader
I better extended the cheddars and
Instead of vendetta, a beretta from ghetto to gutter
Evidence? Nope! Never leave a
I got the of every rapper in me, love me and hate me
My moms got raped by the and made me
I'm the nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dike total
Want beef, Psh better dead that shit
My name 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 I'm a do to you, have done to you
Got in my hood who'd do that shit for a bullet too
What you want to do, We're glockbusters
'Til the cops us, gonna start ruckus and drop blockbusters
'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot us
I'm gettin' wires wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be I said?

Remember me? ("I just give 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 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 fuckin'
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six
(Six minutes, Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry
So I me a song, killed her and put Haley on
I may be wrong, I keep these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much 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 sick of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
M-16's with ten clips each
And them shits 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 with a can of gas, and a
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where at
(Shot)
(What the you starin' at, nigga?)
Don't you me?
me?
me?!
me?!