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

For this, why the X, you retarded?
'Cause I the mic and get down, like syndrome
Hide in Rome and to the masses, without
qualifies me for the term "universal"
Without no rehearsal, colleague is controversial
Like I'm not, the one you to contest, see
I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch
That got "Banned TV"
get up, watch you're whole head split up
Loco is the motion, weed through
Hollow tips in the lead, the .45

Remember me? ("Throw ya in the air!")
me? ("Slam! Slam!")
Remember me? ("Nigga da fuck 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 fuck you if you let her
Better come better 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! Never a shredda
I got the soul of every in me, love me and hate me
My moms got by the industry and made me
I'm the illest ever, I told you
I get more than them dike bitches total
Want beef, nigga? Psh better that shit
My should be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"
Probably say "he ain't a killa", but I'm killin'
Smoke def, fuck bitches raw, on the floor
So think what I'm a do to you, done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do shit for a bullet too
you want to do, cocksuckers? We're glockbusters
'Til the cops cuff us, start ruckus and drop blockbusters
'Round the hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires niggas wantin' me
Wantin' my head, you think it 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 when I die, I when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to up my fuckin' image,
So I promised the critics
I say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch me an angry blond
So I made me a song, her and put Haley 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 much dope as you say on?)
Came home, and somebody must've broke in the back
And stole two loaded machine guns and of my trench coats
Sick sick dreams of scenes, two kids, sixteen
With with ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids
And Slim gets blamed in Bill speech to fix these streets?
that! Psh you fagots can vanish to volcanic ash
And re-appear in hell with a can of gas, and a
Aftermath, Dre, the gat, show 'em where it's at
(Shot)
(What the fuck you at, nigga?)
you remember me?
me?
me?!
me?!