Platinum Plus Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Tell 'em who we is, yeah 

They call me, when they wanna get they dough up 

Call me, when they wanna see shit blow up 

Fresh from the floor up 

And ya know what? I'm sick with 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 with the big hat screamin', "Y'all wanna floss with us?" 

Where the fuck you at? From the south side, ruff ryde, no one will 

Fuckin' with us is a done deal and y'all gotta hate 

''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' to 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 

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' with 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' with us 

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 

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 shorty but I wouldn't mind her cousin 

It's a cost, take the buck and all of them, quit fuckin' 

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' with 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' with us 

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 with 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 for cats hummin' crack, bitchin' and parkin' 

All the grimie niggaz who got generous hearts 

I got a brother doin' life, to see him is hard 

Fuckin' with mase is like a nigga swimmin' with sharks 

My niggaz chase cake, will 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? 

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' with 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' with us 

Yeah, Swizz Beatz 

We, the niggaz run the streets 

All Out, JD 

Who you with? Double R mothafucka 

Yeah, yeah, Cross 

[Incomprehensible], I say mothafucka