[Intro: Renegade]
Geah
Yeah
Yeah
[Chorus: [?] & Black Child]
I said it's Remy and Hennessy
When niggas finish me, no wings, I be high
Nigga don't cry, fo five chocolate top
Blood and Crip shit, mean mugs, gangsta bitches
Sex, guns and drugs
Jealous love, nigga tear up the fuckin' club
And put your lighters up
This is for the thugs
Uh
This is for the thugs
Yo
I said it's Remy and Hennessy
When niggas finish me, no wings, I be high
Nigga don't cry, fo five chocolate top
Blood and Crip shit, mean mugs, gangsta bitches
Sex, guns and drugs
Jealous love, nigga tear up the fuckin' club (Uh-huh)
And put your lighters up
This is for the thugs (What, what)
Uh
This is for the thugs (What, what)
[Verse 1: Black Child & [?]]
First they got Pac
Then they shot Proof
I might be next to, tell you the truth
I wouldn't wish death on my worst enemy
My thirst for Hennessy is a burst of energy
When I'm gone
Remember me, I was Ramel Gill before I.N.C
Raised in the streets
Amongst the murderers and thieves, prostitutes and police
Twisted off of big Ls, listenin' to heaven and hell
Tryna chef sales with the fish scale
Hit me on the next tell
I get the next sell
Then it's back with my bottom, the sex sells
A double [?] the cron's wit'chu, the god get chu
Launch missiles, the arms cold as a ice sickle
The price right? the don a be right wit'chu
A nice night ain't right if (Yeah) you ain't pack a pistol
[Chorus: [?] & [?]]
I said it's Remy and Hennessy
When niggas finish me, no wings, I be high
Nigga don't cry, fo five chocolate top
Blood and Crip shit, mean mugs, gangsta bitches
Sex, guns and drugs
Jealous love, nigga tear up the fuckin' club
And put your lighters up
This is for the thugs
Uh
This is for the thugs
Yo
I said it's Remy and Hennessy
When niggas finish me, no wings, I be high
Nigga don't cry, fo five chocolate top
Blood and Crip shit, mean mugs, gangsta bitches
Sex, guns and drugs
Jealous love, nigga tear up the fuckin' club
And put your lighters up
This is for the thugs (What about the hustlers, nigga?)
Uh
This is for the thugs (V, V,) (Yeah)
[Verse 2: [?]]
Yo, I don't rap and hustle for [?]
I rap and hustle for funds
Trapped through the struggle so my fam can overcome
Most [?] is [?], your discussion is over none
[?], bling or cream but you can die over some
At ease when a soldier come
Ahead of my time, get all my game from the older thugs (Uh-huh)
That flame I roll a ton (Yeah)
I keep hearin' you gotta pay the cost to be the boss
[?] [?] need to know how much bein' a boss cost (I never [?])
And my work like dirt on my shoulders, I get it off
Nowadays those stand on a mountain and pitch [?] ([?] [?] huh?)
And they gonna hate regardless, don't get pissed off (I don't get mad at these haters)
Get money on your mind, take advantage of rich thoughts (That's smart)
Plottin' big bucks, never switch up, all you snitch fucks bitch up, made you give up, [?] you hit up, I'm wit a
Bitch wit a big butt, gettin' my dick suck
This for the hustlers, thugs
Don't give fidd uck
[Chorus: [?] & [?]]
I said it's Remy and Hennessy
When niggas finish me, no wings, I be high
Nigga don't cry, fo five chocolate top
Blood and Crip shit, mean mugs, gangsta bitches
Sex, guns and drugs
Jealous love, nigga tear up the fuckin' club
And put your lighters up
This is for the thugs
Uh
This is for the thugs
Yo
I said it's Remy and Hennessy
When niggas finish me, no wings, I be high
Nigga don't cry, fo five chocolate top
Blood and Crip shit, mean mugs, gangsta bitches
Sex, guns and drugs
Jealous love, nigga tear up the fuckin' club
And put your lighters up
This is for the thugs (Yep)
Uh
This is for the thugs (Yeah) (This is for the thugs)
[Verse 3: [?]]
Ayo, ayo, this is for the thugs on that [?] some real shit (Yep)
On some ready to die, ready to kill shit (I'm ready)
On block tryna get cash like Will Smith ([?] of [?] though) where niggas got crack, pill and piff
I'm tryna eat, good, no meals missed
I'm hungry (I don't know about ya'll niggas) but tryna not to get caught in a drift, I stay
On my job, on my shift, when I speak it's all real, when you speak it's a myth (Yeah)
I was, raised off free lunch and [?]
I think about my younger days and gotta take me a sip
And I ain't [?] 21, ain't that some shit, I know
Damn, that's some shit
But now it's back to the hood, I got packs to flip
I'm here now, you lames on the absence list (I'm not hearing no [?], man)
Y'all wonder why I'm so perfect 'cause I practice this
I puff weed that look like cactuses
