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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 the X, you retarded?
'Cause I grab the mic and get down, syndrome
Hide in Rome and to the masses, boundaries
Which qualifies me for the "universal"
no rehearsal, colleague words is controversial
Like I'm not, the one you to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass the train did that bitch
got "Banned From TV"
Heavyweight get up, you're 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, I've been told no but it's like
"No, no, no!!"
a bitch, yeah it'll fuck you if you let her
Better come better better to be a competitor
This ved is a head, the is all redder, you deader and deader
I extended the cheddars and credda
Instead of vendetta, a mellow from ghetto to gutter
Nope! Never leave a shredda
I got the soul of every in me, love me and hate me
My moms got raped by the and made me
I'm the illest ever, I told you
I get more pussy than dike bitches total
Want beef, nigga? Psh better dead that
My name be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"
Probably say "he ain't a killa", but I'm 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 shit for a bullet too
What you to do, cocksuckers? We're glockbusters
'Til the cops cuff us, gonna start ruckus and drop
'Round the hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires niggas wantin' me
my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? ("I just don't a fuck!")
Remember me? ("Yeah, 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 to clean up my fuckin' image,
So I promised the fuckin'
I say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry
So I me a song, killed her and put Haley on
I may be wrong, I keep these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much 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 sick of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
With M-16's with ten each
And them shits reach through six each
And Slim gets blamed in 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, grab the gat, 'em where it's at
(Shot)
(What the you starin' at, nigga?)
Don't you me?
me?
me?!
me?!