Platinum Plus Lyrics by Ruff Ryders

Platinum Plus Lyrics

    [jermaine dupri]
    Uh-huh, yea-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (tell 'em who we is)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    They call me, when thay wanna get they dough up
    Call me, when they wanna see shit blow up
    Freessshhh
    From the floor up
    And ya know what? i'm sick wit it the shit don't slow up
    I'ma see it, want it, drop it, cop cat
    Get it, stay on it, don't stop cat
    In the big chair wit the big hat screamin' "y'all wanna floss wit us?"
    Where the fuck you at? from the south side, ruff ryde
    No one will
    Fuckin wit us, is a done deal
    And y'all gotta hate huh?
    'cuz it's to much weight for one
    And y'all ain't havin' no fun
    Got a whole beat team tryin' to do what i do
    Whole street team tryin' do what i do
    Like what? double countin' me out?
    Forget it, i'm the best that ever done it, need to check and reck

    [chorus: jd and cross together]
    (uh, uh, uh, uh)
    Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
    All out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
    So so def make it hot to death
    You ain't platinum plus? you ain't fuckin' wit' us
    Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
    All out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
    So so def make it hot to death
    You ain't platinum plus? you ain't fuckin' wit' us

    [cross]
    Now, money ain't never been a thing ta me
    I'm down 8th with the brand new cinammon 3
    Ot, i got cake with a c and a d
    On the wrist is a ice band capitol b, small v
    I'm fuckin' with the don chi chi
    I'm a p-i-m-p, you can't tempt me (uh)
    Check the ice and the clarity, it's cake like the lottery
    Playa don't lie ta me, your stash couldn't cover me
    What a playa wannabe, neck light in risavie
    Hoes, i keep those by the, dime or dozen
    I like short-a-y, but i wouldn't, mind her cousin
    It's a cost, take the buck and all of them, quit fuckin
    Uhh!!!

    [chorus: jd and cross together]
    (uh, uh, uh, uh)
    Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
    All out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
    So so def make it hot to death
    You ain't platinum plus? you ain't fuckin' wit' us
    Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
    All out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
    So so def make it hot to death
    You ain't platinum plus? you ain't fuckin' wit' us

    [ma]
    C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
    We be the best harlem niggaz 80's to lately
    Think of po wop, mickey bonz and a-z
    Fresh ritz zit, kevin giles and db
    And at the end of all tha shit niggaz still say me
    I'm the best that ever did it, got a way wit it
    Put grannie on the stand, she'll never say who did it
    I'm from where, even the gangsta's live to,
    Make a mil. on the stoop, every summer switch boots
    Cats change they name, to phil like a giant
    I treat rap like packs, role dills on consignment
    This is for cats hummin' crack, bitchin' and parkin'
    All the grimie niggaz who got generous hearts
    Got a brother doin' life, to see him is hard
    Fuckin' wit mase, is like a nigga swimmin' wit sharks
    My niggaz chase cake, play some infa-reds
    Some niggaz in the state, some is in the feds
    Spit shit at niggaz that might erase they head
    And role miserable niggaz who can't wait to be dead
    All out, ruff ryde mothafucka, all out
    Wanna flow beyatch?!

    [chorus: jd and cross together]
    (uh, uh, uh, uh)
    Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
    All out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
    So so def make it hot to death
    You ain't platinum plus? you ain't fuckin' wit' us
    Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
    All out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
    So so def make it hot to death
    You ain't platinum plus? you ain't fuckin' wit' us


    [cross]
    Uh, yeah
    Swizz beatz
    We them niggaz in the streets
    All out, jd
    Who you with?
    Double r mothafucka, uh
    Uh-huh, yeah, yeah
    Cross


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