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

For this, why the X, you retarded?
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 is controversial
I'm not, the one you want to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that
That got "Banned TV"
get up, watch you're whole head split up
Loco is the motion, comin' through
tips 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, been told no but it's more like
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, 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 deader and
I better extended the cheddars and
of vendetta, a mellow beretta from ghetto to gutter
Evidence? Nope! Never a shredda
I got the soul of every 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 than them dike total
beef, nigga? Psh better dead that shit
My should be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"
say "he ain't a killa", but I'm killin' myself
Smoke def, bitches raw, on the kitchen floor
So think what I'm a do to you, 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, gonna start ruckus and blockbusters
the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires niggas wantin' me
Wantin' my head, you 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 when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm to clean 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 really on as dope as you say she's on?)
Came home, and somebody must've broke in the back
And stole two loaded guns and both of my trench coats
Sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
With M-16's ten clips each
And them reach through six kids each
And gets blamed in Bill Clintin's speech to fix these streets?
Fuck that! Psh you can vanish to volcanic ash
And re-appear in with a can of gas, and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where at
(Shot)
(What the you starin' at, nigga?)
you remember me?
me?
me?!
me?!