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Chapter 13 (Rich Man vs. Poor Man)

Let's talk about money

Get money

Common Sense want the money

Let's talk about money.

[Common]

I, be, the one they call Peavey

I'm Poe as Edgar Allen

But I'm a poet when I'm freestyling g

[Ynot]

You got a design master wind Not Never The Less

Fresh like L address yes the LS's here

I appear on piers with my peers

The Imperial like margarine, I'm butter

Yes like Bel-Air

[Common]

Lookin' at my fake Gucci, it's about that time

It's time for some perculator

I circulate around the block

Black to get me a six pack a half of Harrow's chicken

A good combination, when I get bubbly I do it in moderation

1 brew, 1 brew, I said 1 brew at a time

[Ynot]

Well I'm a two timer of women that'll 3 times a lady

Ms. Haiti say Sade and my Ms.Golper say

"Yo whoop there it is" call me E cause I equal MC's squared

In the bed marks know I got the key to get the girls

Noses open like the vapors, more pub than the papers

More papers than the press, oh yes I gets paid

[Common]

Yo, I didn't grow up up po po but once you get grown and out on your own

Bills upon bills upon bills is what you have

Before you get your check than you already spend half

See I make money, money doesn't make me

I'm a reflection of my section and section 8

[Ynot]

Enough, I own 8 sections of the world, where I'm sexin' 8 girls

Where I have them comin' in (ugh) 8 seconds

I told Victoria her Secret you suck life a crest

I Ultrawhite my secretary, I went to Tibet

To bet on a horse you bet your life

Mine was better and now your deader, than a (door knob) eeea wrong

[Chorus: Ynot (Common)]

So what's your name?

(I'm the Com that wrote Com Sense, and when I don't got scratch)

(I do feel tense, and if you give your money to a broad yous a dummy)

Cause without the money

"Ain't a damn thing funny" [Repeat: x3]

[Ynot]

These rhymes I exchange like stock, I'm live like stock

I rock like Prudential, making ha ha from O

That's mucho denero, like Robert Denero, Irob Berts denero

A hero like the sandwich, a man which has mills like Stephanie Mills

Dills like pickels, I'm fancy man like tickles LIKE (the french)

Not Johnny but like a Bench I press on like glue

I stand like Lee while you stagger like Lee

Most likely I'll gagger that bullish I pull ish like a magnet

A dragnet, I don't drag I gets net income, yo bums I rush like

Adrenaline

I'm royal when I flush, your highest hush will get mushed like a

Sleigh dog

I saw dogs who are under me, I over man, call me Doverman

Cause I'm a Pincer of pennies that's pretty, then you see green from

All money

I spend (what you do?) I stay fresh like mint from mint

I meant my mint, know what I mean? I'm nice

Real friendly like an officer, friendly and a gentleman

Friendly like neighbors, not Jim but like Homer I got attention salute

I kill loot but won't dilute, even if I threw garbage on the ground

I couldn't pollute, man, I'm too rich for that, bitch

[Chorus: Common (Ynot)]

So what's your name?

(I'm Ynot I own a mansion and a yacht (uh ha))

(Essentials and credentials and honies at my feet (come on))

(And when I walk the street I'm never looking bummy)

Cause without the money

"Ain't a damn thing funny"

[Common]

OK there was a black man a white man and a Chinese man

The black man of coarse he was po (yeah)

The white man. He was rich (uh ha)

And the Chinese man, he owned a store (alright see'mon)

OK the black man lived on Beech Street

The white man lived on Wall Street

And the Chinese man's store is where they all meet

Not really on the good foot

Because the white man kept steppin' on the black man's toes

And in his shoes there were holes

But the white man didn't care, shit he didn't have to wear it (uh ha)

He scratched that pad he got from his parents, with his tight ass

He would of been poor white trash, but anyway

Everyday the black man would ask for some spare change

But Adam, the white man would stare strange

So the black man got fed up

Cause wasn't nobody feedin' him and feedin' him

And took red by his neck and started beatin' him and beatin' him

The Chinese man got noyd and broke out like a peon

And now the blackman own the store and the name of it is Leons

(what's that?)

Barbecue that is. Rib tips hot sauce, mild sauce, fries

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