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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 it's the X, you
I grab the mic and get down, like syndrome
Hide in Rome and to the masses, boundaries
qualifies 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
got "Banned From TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch you're whole split up
Loco is the motion, weed 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 "no" for an answer, ghetto no
Yeah, I've told no but it's more like
"No, no, no!!"
a bitch, yeah it'll fuck you if you let her
Better come better than to be a competitor
This ved is a head, the shit is all redder, you and deader
I better extended the and credda
Instead of vendetta, a mellow beretta from to gutter
Evidence? Nope! leave a shredda
I got the of every rapper in me, love me and hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and me
I'm the nigga ever, I told 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 killin'
Smoke def, fuck bitches raw, on the kitchen
So think I'm a do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do shit for a bullet too
What you want to do, cocksuckers? We're
'Til the cops us, gonna start ruckus and drop blockbusters
'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot us
I'm wires niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be I said?

Remember me? ("I 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 mean I go out to the club, stupid
I'm to clean up my fuckin' image,
So I the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six
(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 crazy
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a mom
(Is she really on as much as you say she's on?)
Came home, and somebody must've broke in the back
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my coats
Sick sick dreams of scenes, two kids, sixteen
With with ten clips each
And them reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clintin's to fix these streets?
Fuck that! Psh you fagots can to volcanic ash
And re-appear in hell with a can of gas, and a
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, 'em where it's at
(Shot)
(What the you starin' at, nigga?)
Don't you me?
me?
me?!
me?!