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uh huh yea yeah yeah yeah yeah (tell 'em who we is)yeah yeah yeahThey call me when thay wanna get they dough upCall me when they wanna see shit blow upFreessshhhfrom the floor upAnd ya know what? I'm sick wit it the shit don't slow upI'ma see it want it drop it cop catGet it stay on it don't stop catIn the big chair wit the big hat screamin' "Y'all wanna floss wit us?"Where the fuck you at? From the south side, ruff rydeNo one willFuckin wit us, is a done dealAnd y'all gotta hate huh?'Cuz it's to much weight for oneAnd y'all ain't havin' no funGot a whole beat team tryin' to do what I doWhole street team tryin' do what I doLike what? Double countin' me out?Forget it, i'm the best that ever done it, need to check and reck(uh, uh, uh, uh)Ruff Ryders, be on tours for thisAll Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall outSo So Def make it hot to deathYou ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' wit' usLetras de cancionesRuff Ryders, be on tours for thisAll Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall outSo So Def make it hot to deathYou ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' wit' usNow, money ain't never been a thing ta meI'm down 8th with the brand new cinammon 3OT, I got cake with a C and a DOn the wrist is a ice band capitol B, small VI'm fuckin' with the Don Chi ChiI'm a P-I-M-P, you can't tempt me (uh)Check the ice and the clarity, it's cake like the lotteryPlaya don't lie ta me, your stash couldn't cover meWhat a playa wannabe, neck light in risavieHoes, I keep those by the, dime or dozenI like short-a-y, but i wouldn't, mind her cousinIt's a cost, take the buck and all of them, quit fuckinUHH!!!(uh, uh, uh, uh)Ruff Ryders, be on tours for thisAll Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall outSo So Def make it hot to deathYou ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' wit' usRuff Ryders, be on tours for thisAll Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall outSo So Def make it hot to deathYou ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' wit' usC'mon, C'mon, C'monWe be the best harlem niggaz 80's to latelyThink of Po Wop, Mickey Bonz and A-ZFresh Ritz Zit, Kevin Giles and DBAnd at the end of all tha shit niggaz still say meI'm the best that ever did it, got a way wit itPut grannie on the stand, she'll never say who did itI'm from where, even the gangsta's live to,Make a mil. on the stoop, every summer switch bootsCats change they name, to Phil like a giantI treat rap like packs, role dills on consignmentThis is for cats hummin' crack, bitchin' and parkin'All the grimie niggaz who got generous heartsGot a brother doin' life, to see him is hardFuckin' wit mase, is like a nigga swimmin' wit sharksMy niggaz chase cake, play some infa-redsSome niggaz in the state, some is in the fedsSpit shit at niggaz that might erase they headAnd role miserable niggaz who can't wait to be deadAll Out, Ruff Ryde mothafucka, All OutWanna flow BEYATCH?!(uh, uh, uh, uh)Ruff Ryders, be on tours for thisAll Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall outSo So Def make it hot to deathYou ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' wit' usRuff Ryders, be on tours for thisAll Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall outSo So Def make it hot to deathYou ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' wit' usUh, yeahSwizz BeatzWe them niggaz in the streetsAll Out, JDWho you with?Double R mothafucka, uhuh-huh, yeah, yeahCross From Letras Mania