Lyrics:

[RBX]

Remember me? ('Seven executions')

Remember me? ('I have no remorse')

Remember me? ('I'm 'High Powered'')

Remember me? ('I drop bombs like Hiroshima')



For this one it's the X, you retarded?

'Cause I grab the mic and get DOWN, like Syndrome

Hide and roam into the masses, without boundaries

which qualifies me for the term 'universal'

Without no rehearsal, I leak words that's controvers'al

Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see

'cause I'll hit yo' ass like the train did that bitch

that got 'Banned From TV' -- heavyweight hitter

Hit you, watch your whole head split up

Loco-is-the-motion, we comin' th'ough

Hollow tips is the lead the .45 threw



[Sticky Fingaz]

Remember me? ('Throw ya gunz in the air!')

Remember me? ('Slam! Slam!')

Remember me? ('Nigga 'Bacdafucup'')

Remember me? ('Chka-chka-Onyx!')



Niggaz that take no for an answer, get told no

Yeah I been told no/ but it was more like, 'No, no, NO!!!'

Life a bitch; met her? fuck you if you let her

Better come better than better to be a competitor

This vet is ahead of,

The shit is all redder, you deader and deader

A medic instead-a the cheddars and credda

Settle vendetta one metal beretta from ghetto to ghetto

Evidence? NOPE! Never leave a shred-of

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? PBBBT! You better dead that shit

My name should be 'Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-Dat-Shit'

Probably sayin, 'He ain't a killer', but I'm killin' myself

Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor

So think what I'm-a do to you, have done to you

Got niggaz in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two

What you wanna do, cocksuckers? We 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, niggaz wantin' me dead, wantin' my head

You think it could be somethin' I said? {*echoes*



[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'm-a go out shootin'

I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to da 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 Hailie 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 musta 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 and ten clips each

And them shits reach through six kids each

And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?

FUCK THAT! PBBT! 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!

[Dre] (What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)



Don't you remember me?!

Remember me?!!

Remember me??!

REMEMBER ME!!!!