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Ma E Platinum Plus

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

cream and your riches Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches Puff Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer I follow in the E-

't act rap, and no matter how real the dream seem E'rybody can't sing But, there's another Michael Jordan or Tiger Woods Somewhere right in the hood, plus

it take to make you stop? How many tapes does it take to make you pop? Go ahead an' tell me 'cause I really wanna know Smokin' ind-e-o with my nigga

Everything is bad when you're broke plus black I'm dedicated, unto my Lord I pray Can't see the future livin' day for day I'm workin' heard, tryin' to platinum

Lexus up, and plus a cellular Yo Big Noyd! I can't cope (What up cuzin'?) With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope Yo, it's the R, a double P, E

[Juvenile] Damn I got platinum on both of my wrists and my pinky and my album went platinum too Man you know I'm a stunt' All these other rappers, look

O, D and the I and the E, the M and the O Yo, this ain't no chain to your brain Pistol and they gon' bang, plus drain ya Like some Folgers [unverified

you know we gonna make it In One you trust, the neighborhood is us And everything that I ride is 22s and up And every time that I slide, you know I'm platinum plus