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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
'Cause I grab the mic and get down, syndrome
Hide in Rome and to the masses, without
Which me for the term "universal"
no rehearsal, colleague words is controversial
Like I'm not, the one you to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass the train did that bitch
That got "Banned TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch you're head split up
is the motion, weed 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, I've been told no but it's more
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, yeah fuck you if you let her
come better than better to be a competitor
This ved is a head, the shit is all redder, you deader and
I better extended the cheddars and
Instead of vendetta, a mellow beretta from ghetto to
Evidence? Nope! Never leave a
I got the soul of every rapper in me, me and hate me
My moms got by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I 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 a killa", but I'm killin' myself
Smoke def, fuck raw, on the kitchen floor
So think what I'm a do to you, done to you
Got niggas in my who'd do that shit for a bullet too
What you want to do, We're glockbusters
'Til the cops cuff us, gonna start ruckus and blockbusters
'Round the hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you it could be somethin' 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 mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to up my fuckin' image,
So I the fuckin' critics
I say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Shady, you're on)
My mom, bitch made me an angry 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 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 coats
sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
With M-16's ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids
And Slim gets in Bill Clintin's speech to fix these streets?
that! Psh you fagots can vanish 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?)
you remember me?
me?
me?!
me?!