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

For this, why it's the X, you
'Cause I grab the mic and get down, syndrome
Hide in Rome and to the masses, boundaries
qualifies me for the term "universal"
Without no rehearsal, colleague 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 head up
Loco is the motion, weed comin'
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 told no but it's more
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, it'll fuck you if you let her
Better come better than to be a competitor
This ved is a head, the shit is all redder, you and deader
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, love me and me
My moms got raped by the industry and me
I'm the nigga ever, I told 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 in my hood who'd do that shit for a bullet too
What you to do, cocksuckers? We're glockbusters
'Til the cops us, gonna start ruckus and drop blockbusters
'Round the clock hustlers, you touch 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!")
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 when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my image,
So I the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six
(Six minutes, Shady, you're on)
My mom, bitch made me an angry blond
So I me a song, killed her and put Haley on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' 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 somebody must've broke in the back
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench
Sick sick dreams of scenes, two kids, sixteen
With with ten clips each
And them shits reach through six each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clintin's 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?!