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

For this, why it's the X, you
I grab 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
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"
get up, watch you're whole head split up
Loco is the motion, weed 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, it'll fuck you if you let her
Better come better better to be a competitor
This ved is a head, the is all redder, you deader and deader
I better extended the and credda
Instead of vendetta, a mellow beretta from ghetto to
Nope! Never leave a shredda
I got the soul of rapper in me, love me and hate me
My got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I you
I get more pussy them dike bitches total
Want beef, nigga? Psh better 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, bitches raw, on the kitchen 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 cops cuff us, gonna start ruckus and drop
'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot us
I'm gettin' niggas wantin' me dead
my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? ("I don't 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 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 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 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 scenes, two kids, sixteen
With with ten clips each
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 re-appear in hell a can of gas, and a match
Aftermath, Dre, the gat, show 'em where it's at
(Shot)
(What the fuck you at, nigga?)
Don't you me?
me?
me?!
me?!