Remember Me? Lyrics

Remember Me? lyrics

(RBX)
Remember me? ("There be executions")
Remember me? ("I have no
remorse")
Remember me? ("I'm high, POWER!")
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, 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 bac da fuck
up!")
Remember me? ("Chka-chka-Onyx!")

Niggas catchin' "no" for an
answer, ghetto no
Yeah, I've been told no but it's 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
gutter
Evidence? Nope! Never leave a shredda
I got the soul of every
rapper in me, love me and 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 dike
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 Blockbusters
'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
Wantin' 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 clean 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 loaded machine guns and both
of my trenchcoats
Sick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids,
sixteen
With M-16's with ten clips each
And them shits reach through 6
kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clintin's speech to fix these
streets?
FiCK THAT! PSH you faggets 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
(Shot)
(What the fuck you starin' at,
nigga?)

Don't you remember me?
Remember me?
Remember
me?!
Remember meeeeeeeeeeee?!