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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 it's the X, you
'Cause I 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 words is
I'm not, the one you want to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did bitch
That got "Banned TV"
Heavyweight get up, you're whole 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 no but it's more like
"No, no, no!!"
a bitch, yeah it'll fuck you if you let her
Better come than better to be a competitor
ved is a head, the shit is all redder, you deader and deader
I better extended the and credda
Instead of vendetta, a beretta from ghetto to gutter
Evidence? Nope! leave a shredda
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me and me
My moms got raped by the and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I 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"
Probably say "he a killa", but I'm killin' myself
Smoke def, fuck raw, on the kitchen floor
So what I'm a do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that for a bullet too
you want to do, cocksuckers? We're glockbusters
'Til the cops cuff us, gonna start ruckus and blockbusters
'Round the clock hustlers, you touch us
I'm gettin' wires wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it 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 mean 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 wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six
(Six minutes, Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch me an angry blond
So I me a song, killed 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 really on as dope as you say she's on?)
Came home, and somebody must've in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench
Sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
With M-16's with ten each
And shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clintin's speech to fix streets?
Fuck that! Psh you fagots can vanish to ash
And in hell with 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?!