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

For this, why the X, you retarded?
'Cause I the mic and get down, like syndrome
in Rome and to the masses, without 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, watch you're whole split up
Loco is the motion, comin' through
Hollow in the lead, the .45 through

Remember me? ("Throw ya in the air!")
me? ("Slam! Slam!")
Remember me? ("Nigga da fuck 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 to be a competitor
This ved is a head, the shit is all redder, you and deader
I extended the cheddars and credda
Instead of vendetta, a beretta from ghetto to gutter
Evidence? Nope! Never a shredda
I got the soul of rapper in me, love me and hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and me
I'm the nigga ever, I told you
I get pussy than them dike bitches total
beef, nigga? Psh better dead that shit
My name be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"
Probably say "he a killa", but I'm killin' myself
Smoke def, bitches 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 for a bullet too
What you to do, cocksuckers? We're glockbusters
'Til the cops us, gonna start ruckus and drop blockbusters
'Round the hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm wires niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I

Remember me? ("I just 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 mean when I go out to the club,
I'm tryin' to clean up my image,
So I the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six
(Six minutes, Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry
So I made me a song, her and put Haley on
I may be wrong, I thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as dope as you say she's on?)
Came home, and somebody must've broke in the window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench
Sick sick of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
With M-16's ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clintin's 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?)
Don't you me?
me?
me?!
me?!