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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, like
Hide in Rome and to the masses, without
Which qualifies me for the "universal"
Without no rehearsal, colleague is controversial
I'm not, the one you want to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass the train did that bitch
got "Banned From TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch you're whole head up
Loco is the motion, comin' through
Hollow in the lead, the .45 through

Remember me? ("Throw ya in the air!")
me? ("Slam! Slam!")
Remember me? ("Nigga back da up!")
me? ("Chka-chka-Onyx!")

Niggas "no" for an answer, ghetto no
Yeah, been told no but it's more like
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, it'll 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 and credda
Instead of vendetta, a beretta from ghetto to gutter
Nope! Never leave a shredda
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me and me
My moms got raped by the and made me
I'm the illest 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
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
you want to do, cocksuckers? We're glockbusters
'Til the cuff us, gonna start ruckus and drop blockbusters
'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot us
I'm gettin' wires niggas me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be I said?

Remember me? ("I just don't 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 mean 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 critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six
(Six minutes, Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an blond
So I made me a song, her and put Haley 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 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 M-16's with ten clips
And them shits reach through six kids
And Slim blamed in Bill Clintin's speech to fix these streets?
Fuck that! Psh you fagots can 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?!