"Platinum Plus"      [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]