[Intro: Jermaine Dupri]

Uh-huh, yea-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 ryden on one wheel

Fuckin wit' us, is a done deal

And y'all gotta hate, huh?

'Cause it's too 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: Jermaine Dupri & Sean Cross]

(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

[Verse 1: Sean Cross]

Now, money ain't never been a thing to me

I'm down eight 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 to me, your stash couldn't cover me

What a playa wannabe, neck light in [?]

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: Jermaine Dupri & Sean Cross]

(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

[Verse 2: Ma$e]

C'mon, C'mon, C'mon

We be the best harlem niggas 80's to lately

Think of Po, Wop, Nicky Bonds and Azie

Rich Fritz, Kevin Chiles and DB

And at the end of all tha shit niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas chase cake, play some infa-reds

Some niggas in the state, some is in the feds

Spit shit at niggas that might erase they head

And role miserable niggas who can't wait to be dead

All Out, Ruff Ryde mothafucka, All Out

Wanna flow BEYATCH?!

[Chorus: Jermaine Dupri & Sean Cross]

(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

[Outro: Sean Cross]

Uh, yeah

Swizz Beatz

We them niggas in the streets

All Out, JD

Who you with?

Double R mothafucka, uh

Uh-huh, yeah, yeah

Cross