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

For this, why it's the X, you
'Cause I grab the mic and get down, like
Hide in Rome and to the masses, boundaries
Which qualifies me for the "universal"
Without no rehearsal, colleague words is
I'm not, the one you want to contest, see
'Cause hit your ass like the train 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

me? ("Throw ya guns in the air!")
me? ("Slam! Slam!")
Remember me? ("Nigga back da up!")
me? ("Chka-chka-Onyx!")

Niggas catchin' "no" for an answer, no
Yeah, been 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 better to be a
ved is a head, the shit is all redder, you deader and deader
I better the cheddars and credda
Instead of vendetta, a mellow from ghetto to gutter
Evidence? Nope! leave a shredda
I got the soul of every rapper in me, me and hate me
My moms got raped by the and made me
I'm the nigga ever, I told you
I get pussy than them dike bitches total
Want beef, 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 think I'm a do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a too
you want to do, cocksuckers? We're glockbusters
'Til the cops cuff us, gonna start ruckus and drop
'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot us
I'm gettin' wires niggas me dead
Wantin' my head, you it could be somethin' I said?

me? ("I just 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 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 wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six
(Six minutes, Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, made me an angry blond
So I me a song, killed her and put Haley on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say on?)
Came home, and somebody broke in the back window
And two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Sick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids,
M-16's with ten clips each
And them shits reach six kids each
And Slim gets in Bill Clintin's speech to fix these streets?
Fuck that! Psh you can vanish to volcanic ash
And in hell with a can of gas, and a match
Aftermath, Dre, the gat, show 'em where it's at
(Shot)
(What the fuck you at, nigga?)
you remember me?
me?
me?!
me?!