| Lyrics: | RBX)
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?
(Eminem)
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?)
Don't you remember me?
Remember
me?
Remember me?!
Remember me |
