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Remember me? ("There executions")
me? ("I have no remorse")
me? ("I'm high, power!")
Remember me? ("I drop 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 words is
I'm not, the one you want to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit ass like the train did that bitch
That got "Banned 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 da fuck 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, yeah fuck you if you let her
Better better than better to be a competitor
This ved is a head, the shit is all redder, you deader and
I extended the cheddars and credda
Instead of vendetta, a beretta from ghetto to gutter
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
beef, nigga? Psh better dead that shit
My name 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 kitchen
So think I'm a do to you, have done to you
Got in my hood who'd do that shit for a bullet too
What you want to do, cocksuckers? We're
'Til the cops cuff us, start ruckus and drop blockbusters
'Round the clock hustlers, you touch us
I'm gettin' wires niggas wantin' me
Wantin' my head, you it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? ("I just don't 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 when I die, I when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to up my fuckin' image,
So I promised the fuckin'
I say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(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 thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a mom
(Is she on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home, and somebody must've in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and of my trench coats
Sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
With M-16's with ten clips
And them shits reach six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clintin's speech to fix 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, 'em where it's at
(Shot)
(What the you starin' at, nigga?)
Don't you me?
me?
me?!
me?!