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

For this, why the X, you retarded?
'Cause I the mic and get down, like syndrome
Hide in Rome and to the masses, without
Which me for the term "universal"
Without no rehearsal, colleague is controversial
I'm not, the one you want to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the did that bitch
That got "Banned TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch whole head split up
is the motion, weed comin' through
Hollow tips in the lead, the .45

Remember me? ("Throw ya 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 told no but it's more like
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, yeah it'll you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a
ved is a head, the shit is all redder, you deader and deader
I better extended the cheddars and
Instead of vendetta, a mellow beretta from 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 them dike bitches
beef, nigga? 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 killin'
Smoke def, fuck raw, on the kitchen floor
So think what I'm a do to you, have to you
Got in my hood who'd 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' wires niggas wantin' me
Wantin' my head, you think it could be I said?

me? ("I just don't give a fuck!")
Remember me? ("Yeah, you too!")
me? ("I'm low down 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 up my fuckin' image,
So I the fuckin' critics
I say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an blond
So I made me a song, killed her and put 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 must've broke in the back window
And two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
With with ten clips each
And them shits through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill speech to fix these streets?
Fuck that! Psh you fagots can vanish to ash
And re-appear in hell 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?!