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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 it's the X, you
'Cause I the mic and get down, like syndrome
Hide in Rome and to the masses, boundaries
Which me for the term "universal"
Without no rehearsal, colleague words is
I'm not, the one you want to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did bitch
got "Banned From TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch you're whole 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 da fuck up!")
me? ("Chka-chka-Onyx!")

Niggas "no" for an answer, ghetto no
Yeah, I've been told no but it's more
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, it'll fuck you if you let her
Better better than better to be a competitor
ved is a head, the shit is all redder, you deader and deader
I better extended the and credda
of vendetta, a mellow beretta from ghetto to gutter
Evidence? Nope! Never leave a
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me and me
My moms got by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I 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 bitches raw, on the kitchen
So what I'm a do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood do that shit for a bullet too
What you want to do, cocksuckers? glockbusters
'Til the cops cuff us, gonna ruckus and drop blockbusters
'Round the clock hustlers, you 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 tryin' to up my fuckin' image,
So I promised the fuckin'
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, on)
My baby's mom, bitch me an angry blond
So I me a song, killed her and put Haley on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these 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 somebody must've broke in the window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my coats
Sick sick of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
M-16's with ten clips each
And them reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clintin's speech to fix these
Fuck that! Psh you fagots can to volcanic ash
And re-appear in hell with a can of gas, and a
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em it's at
(Shot)
(What the you starin' at, nigga?)
Don't you me?
me?
me?!
me?!