[Jermaine Dupri]
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uh-huh, yea-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (tell 'em who we is)
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yeah, yeah, yeah
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They call me, when thay wanna get they dough up
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Call me, when they wanna see shit blow up
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Freessshhh
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from the floor up
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And ya know what? I'm sick wit it the shit don't slow up
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I'ma see it, want it, drop it, cop cat
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Get it, stay on it, don't stop cat
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In the big chair wit the big hat screamin' "Y'all wanna floss wit us?"
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Where the fuck you at? From the south side, ruff ryde
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No one will
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Fuckin wit us, is a done deal
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And y'all gotta hate huh?
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'Cuz it's to much weight for one
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And y'all ain't havin' no fun
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Got a whole beat team tryin' to do what I do
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Whole street team tryin' do what I do
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Like what? Double countin' me out?
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Forget it, i'm the best that ever done it, need to check and reck
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[Chorus: JD and Cross together]
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(uh, uh, uh, uh)
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Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
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All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
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So So Def make it hot to death
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You ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' wit' us
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Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
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All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
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So So Def make it hot to death
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You ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' wit' us
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[Cross]
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Now, money ain't never been a thing ta me
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I'm down 8th with the brand new cinammon 3
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OT, I got cake with a C and a D
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On the wrist is a ice band capitol B, small V
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I'm fuckin' with the Don Chi Chi
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I'm a P-I-M-P, you can't tempt me (uh)
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Check the ice and the clarity, it's cake like the lottery
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Playa don't lie ta me, your stash couldn't cover me
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What a playa wannabe, neck light in risavie
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Hoes, I keep those by the, dime or dozen
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I like short-a-y, but i wouldn't, mind her cousin
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It's a cost, take the buck and all of them, quit fuckin
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UHH!!!
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[Chorus: JD and Cross together]
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(uh, uh, uh, uh)
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Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
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All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
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So So Def make it hot to death
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You ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' wit' us
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Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
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All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
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So So Def make it hot to death
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You ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' wit' us
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[Ma$e]
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C'mon, C'mon, C'mon
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We be the best harlem niggaz 80's to lately
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Think of Po Wop, Mickey Bonz and A-Z
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Fresh Ritz Zit, Kevin Giles and DB
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And at the end of all tha shit niggaz still say me
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I'm the best that ever did it, got a way wit it
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Put grannie on the stand, she'll never say who did it
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I'm from where, even the gangsta's live to,
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Make a mil. on the stoop, every summer switch boots
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Cats change they name, to Phil like a giant
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I treat rap like packs, role dills on consignment
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This is for cats hummin' crack, bitchin' and parkin'
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All the grimie niggaz who got generous hearts
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Got a brother doin' life, to see him is hard
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Fuckin' wit mase, is like a nigga swimmin' wit sharks
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My niggaz chase cake, play some infa-reds
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Some niggaz in the state, some is in the feds
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Spit shit at niggaz that might erase they head
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And role miserable niggaz who can't wait to be dead
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All Out, Ruff Ryde mothafucka, All Out
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Wanna flow BEYATCH?!
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[Chorus: JD and Cross together]
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(uh, uh, uh, uh)
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Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
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All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
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So So Def make it hot to death
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You ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' wit' us
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Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
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All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
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So So Def make it hot to death
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You ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' wit' us
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[Cross]
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Uh, yeah
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Swizz Beatz
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We them niggaz in the streets
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All Out, JD
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Who you with?
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Double R mothafucka, uh
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uh-huh, yeah, yeah
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Cross
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Platinum Plus
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| Mase |
