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Eminem – Remember Me? ft RBX & Sticky Fingaz

Remember Me? By Eminem


Remember Me? is another astonishing and fascinating hip-hop and rap song delivered by an exceptional rapper, Eminem featuring RBX, Sticky Fingaz.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “The Marshall Mathers LP” was officially released on 23 May 2000.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

Listen up below!.



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 guns in the air!

Remember me? Slam! Slam!

Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up!

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 “fucking” 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-16s 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 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!)