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(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 syndromeHide in Rome and to the masses, without boundariesWhice qualifies me for the term "universal"Without no rehearsal, colleaged words is controversialLike 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 upLoco is the motion, weed comin' throughHollow 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 noYeah, that bitch hoe no'd but it was more like "no, no, no!!"Letras de cancionesLife's a bitch; yeah it'll fuck you if you let herBetter come better than better to be a competitorThis ved is a head, the shit is all redder, you deader and deaderI better extended the cheddars and credda Instead of vendetta, a mellow beretta from ghetto to ghettoEvidence?Nope!Never leave a shreddaI got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate meMy moms got raped by the industry and made meI'm the illest nigga ever, I told youI get more pussy than them dyke bitches totalWant beef, nigga? PSH better dead that shitMy name should be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"Probably say "he ain't a killa", but I'm killin' myselfSmoke def, fuck bitches raw, on the kitchen floorSo think what I'ma do to you, have done to youGot niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a bullet tooWhat 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 usI'm gettin' wires niggas wantin' me deadOne 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, stupidI'm tryin' to clear up my fuckin' image, so I promised the fuckin' criticsI wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes(*click* Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blondeSo I made me a song, killed her and put Haley onI may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughtsIn 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 windowAnd stole two golden machine guns and both of my trenchcoatsSick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteenAnd M-16's with ten clips eachAnd them shits reach through 6 kids eachAnd Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?FUCK THAT! PSH you faggots can vanish to volcanic ashAnd re-appear in hell with a can of gas, AND a matchAftermath, 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?! From Letras Mania