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

For this, why it's the X, you
'Cause I grab the mic and get down, syndrome
Hide in Rome and to the masses, boundaries
Which me for the term "universal"
Without no rehearsal, colleague words is
Like I'm not, the one you to contest, see
'Cause hit your ass like the train did that bitch
That got "Banned TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch whole head split up
Loco is the motion, weed comin'
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, been told no but it's more like
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, yeah it'll you if you let her
Better come than better to be a competitor
This ved is a head, the is all redder, you deader and deader
I better extended the cheddars and
Instead of vendetta, a beretta from ghetto to gutter
Evidence? Nope! Never leave a
I got the soul of every 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
Want beef, nigga? Psh 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
def, fuck bitches raw, on the kitchen floor
So what 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 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 niggas me dead
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 mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my image,
So I promised the fuckin'
I say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, on)
My baby's mom, bitch me an angry blond
So I made me a song, killed her and put on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these thoughts
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 two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
With M-16's ten clips each
And them shits reach six kids each
And gets blamed in Bill Clintin's speech to fix these streets?
Fuck that! Psh you fagots can to volcanic ash
And re-appear in with a can of gas, and a match
Aftermath, Dre, the gat, show 'em where it's at
(Shot)
(What the you starin' at, nigga?)
you remember me?
me?
me?!
me?!