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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?
I grab the mic and get down, like syndrome
Hide in and to the masses, without boundaries
qualifies me for the term "universal"
Without no rehearsal, words is controversial
I'm not, the one you want to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit ass like the train did that bitch
got "Banned From TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch you're whole head up
is the motion, weed comin' through
Hollow in the lead, the .45 through

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

Niggas catchin' "no" for an answer, no
Yeah, I've been told no but more like
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, yeah 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 extended the and credda
Instead of vendetta, a mellow from ghetto to gutter
Evidence? Nope! Never leave a
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 illest ever, I told you
I get more than them dike bitches total
Want beef, nigga? Psh better dead shit
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 bitches raw, on the kitchen
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 want to do, We're glockbusters
'Til the cops cuff us, gonna start and drop blockbusters
the clock 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 don't 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 to clean up my fuckin' image,
So I promised the critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six
(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 thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say on?)
Came home, and must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench
Sick sick dreams of scenes, two kids, sixteen
With with ten clips each
And them reach through six kids each
And Slim blamed in Bill Clintin's speech to fix these streets?
Fuck that! Psh you fagots can to volcanic ash
And in hell 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?)
you remember me?
me?
me?!
me?!