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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 it's the X, you
'Cause I the mic and get down, like syndrome
Hide in Rome and to the masses, boundaries
Which me for the term "universal"
Without no rehearsal, colleague words is
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
is the motion, weed comin' through
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 catchin' "no" for an answer, no
Yeah, I've been told no but more like
"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 extended the and credda
Instead of vendetta, a mellow beretta ghetto to gutter
Nope! Never leave a shredda
I got the soul of every rapper in me, me and hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and me
I'm the illest ever, I told you
I get more pussy them dike bitches total
Want beef, Psh better dead that shit
My should be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"
say "he ain't a killa", but I'm killin' myself
Smoke def, bitches raw, on the kitchen floor
So think what I'm a do to you, done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do shit for a bullet too
What you want to do, cocksuckers? glockbusters
'Til the cuff us, gonna start ruckus and drop blockbusters
'Round the clock hustlers, you touch us
I'm gettin' niggas wantin' me dead
my head, you think it could be somethin' 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 mean I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to up my fuckin' image,
So I promised the fuckin'
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six
(Six minutes, Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, made me an angry blond
So I made me a song, her and put Haley on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy
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 stole two loaded machine and both of my trench coats
Sick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids,
With with ten clips each
And them shits 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 in hell with a can of gas, and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, 'em where it's at
(Shot)
(What the fuck you at, nigga?)
Don't you me?
me?
me?!
me?!