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Remember me? (´Several executions´)
Remember me? (´I have no remorse´)
Remember me? (´I´m high-powered´)
Remember me? (´I drop bombs like Hiroshima´)

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

(Sticky Fingaz)
Remember me? (´Throw ya gunz in the air!´)
Remember me? (´Slam! Slam!´)
Remember me? (´Nigga bacdafucup!´)
Remember me? (´Chka-chka-Onyx!´)

Niggas catchin´ ´no´ for an answer, ghetto no
Yeah, that bitch hoe no´d but it was more like ´no, no, no!!´
Life´s a bitch; yeah it´ll fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This ved is a head, the shit is all redder, you deader and deader
I better extended the cheddars and credda
Instead of vendetta, a mellow beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence? Nope! Never leave a shredda
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I´m the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches total
Want beef, nigga? PSH better dead that shit
My name should be ´Can´t-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit´
Probably say ´he ain´t a killa´, but I´m killin´ myself
Smoke def, fuck bitches raw, on the kitchen floor
So think what I´ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who´d do that shit for a bullet too
What you wanna do, cocksuckers? We´re glock busters
´Til the cops cuff us, we´ll start ruckus and drop blockbusters
´Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I´m gettin´ wires niggas wantin´ me dead
One in my head, you think it could be somethin´ I said?

Remember me? (´I just don´t give a fuck!´)
Remember me? (´Yeah, fuck you too!´)
Remember me? (´I´m low down and I´m shifty!´)
Remember me? (´I´m shady!´)

When I go out, I´ma go out shootin´
I don´t mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I´m tryin´ to clear up my fuckin´ image,
so I promised the fuckin´ critics
I wouldn´t say ´fuckin´´ for six minutes
(*click* Six minutes, Slim Shady, you´re on)
My baby´s mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Haley on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin´ these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I´m stuck with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say she´s on?)
Came home, and somebody must´ve broke in the back window
And stole two golden machine guns and both of my trenchcoats
Sick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
And M-16´s with ten clips each
And them shits reach through 6 kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint´s speech to fix these streets?
FUCK THAT! PSH you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And re-appear in hell with a can of gas, AND a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show ´em where it´s at
(What the fuck you starin´ at, nigga?)

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