Remi Martin, dash, reminisce, slash Remi, cash like a check in a stash Me without rhymes is like

the emblem First playa front get applause from T.S. and them (Clap my niggaz) [Hook - Fat Joe + Remy Martin

in my heart [Remy Martin] Yo.. yo, yo, yo All of a sudden the big question is, yo who this bitch Remy

's packed like The Garden You know it's the Squadron The God, Fat Joe And that bitch, Remy Martin We thuggin

Cartagena ya heard What?! [Chorus: Remy Martin] They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack You a hustler

it down like whoa! [Chrous-Prospect,Fat Joe&Remi Martin] [Prospect] Always see him in the club, frontin

Even the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO [Remy Martin] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I catch you

] [Remi Martin] yea yea yea I catch you backstatge you already know whats gon happening Ain't gon

, G Psycho and E, ya'll know what this is [Remy Martin] Yo, yo, It's the T, E, a R a, a R a, O, R

BX dont get it twisted home ofthe killers,the dealers,the bombers and Remy Martin..Rep that [Verse