Eminem, RBX, Sticky Fingaz - Remember Me? lyrics
Eminem [Marshall Mathers] Detroit, Michigan. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Eminem, RBX, Sticky Fingaz - Remember Me? lyrics]
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, they scream "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 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 getup
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco is the motion, we comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the 45 threw
Remember me? Throw ya gunz in the air!
Remember me? Slam! Slam!
Remember me? Nigga, bacdafucup!
Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx!
Niggas that take no for an answer get told no
Yeah, I been told no
But it was more like "No! No! No!"
Life's 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, it's all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta with 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 mom's 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? Pbbt
You better dead that shit my name should be
Can't-Believe That-Nigga-Said That-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'ma do to you
Have done to you
Got niggas 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
Gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' 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 clean up my fuckin' image
So I promised the fuckin' critics I
Wouldn't say "fuckin''" for six minutes
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 trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen
With M-16's and ten clips each
And them shit's 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 reappear 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! (Slim Shady)
Remember me? I have no remorse
Remember me? I'm high powered
Remember me? I drop bombs, like Hiroshima
For this one, they scream "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 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 getup
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco is the motion, we comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the 45 threw
Remember me? Throw ya gunz in the air!
Remember me? Slam! Slam!
Remember me? Nigga, bacdafucup!
Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx!
Niggas that take no for an answer get told no
Yeah, I been told no
But it was more like "No! No! No!"
Life's 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, it's all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta with 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 mom's 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? Pbbt
You better dead that shit my name should be
Can't-Believe That-Nigga-Said That-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'ma do to you
Have done to you
Got niggas 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
Gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' 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 clean up my fuckin' image
So I promised the fuckin' critics I
Wouldn't say "fuckin''" for six minutes
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 trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen
With M-16's and ten clips each
And them shit's 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 reappear 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! (Slim Shady)