Remember Me - 赵传

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 controversial
Like I'm not, the one you wanna contest, see
Cause I'll hit yo' a** like the train did that b**ch
Hit you watch your whole head split up
Hollow tips is the lead, the .45 threw
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 b**ch that'll f**k you if you let her
Better.e better than better to be a.petitor
This vet is ahead of,
The sh*t is all redder, you deader and deader
Settle vendetta one metal beretta from ghetto to ghetto
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 ni**a ever, I told you
I get more p**sy than them dyke b**ches Total
Want beef, ni**a? PBBT! You better dead that sh*t
Probably sayin, He ain't a killer , but I'm killin myself
Smoke death, f**k b**ches raw, on the kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggaz in my hood who'd do that sh*t 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*}
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 clear up my f**kin' image,
So I promised the f**kin critics
I wouldn't say f**kin for six minutes
My baby's mom, b**ch 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
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
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?
F**K THAT! PBBT! Tou faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
Don't you remember me?!
Remember me?!!
Remember me??!
REMEMBER ME!!!!