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Testo: DMX. Ryde Or Die Vol.1. Platinum Plus.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tell 'em who we is
Yeah, yeah, 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 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
A done deal and y'all gotta hate

'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

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

Now, money ain't never been a thing ta me
I'm down 8th with the brand new cinnamon tree
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 shortay 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' 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

Come on, come on, come on
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 grime 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 infrareds
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' 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

Yeah, Swizz Beatz
We them niggaz on the streets
All out, JD, who you with?
Double R mothafucka
Yeah, yeah, cuts
What you say, mothafuck?