Platinum Plus Lyrics - Mase

[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? 

''cause 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