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Platinum Plus Lyrics

Album/Collection: Ryde Or Die Vol.1
Online Since: 07-Nov-2002
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[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$e] 
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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