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The Food

Tonight's musical guest

Two of Chicago's finest emcees

Give it up for Common and Kanye WestIt's common sense

Yeah! Common sense

It's Common Sense, yeah well

On the Dave Chappelle Show

Everybody gotta eat right? It's the food, babyI walked in the crib, got two kids

And my baby mama late

So I had to did, what I had to did

'Cause I had to getI'm up all night, getting my money right

Until the blue and white

Now the money coming slow but at least a nigga know

Slow motion better thanYou love to hear the story again and again

About these young brothers from the City of Wind

Like juice and gin in the city, we blend

Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rimsY'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed

Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em

Felt the South side venom in raw hides and denim

Pimp minds collide with 'em, a system that tries victimsWe living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting

On the block white is selling like Eminem

On the block it jump off like Kim and them

On the block it's hot, you can feel it in your skinAnd then shorties get the game but no instructions to assembling

Eyes bright, it seem like the fight is dimming them

Call my man cuzo like I'm kin to him

He trying to stay straight, the streets is bending himI walked in the crib, got two kids

And my baby mama late

So I had to did, what I had to did

'Cause I had to getI'm up all night, getting my money right

Until the blue and white

Now the money coming slow but at least a nigga know

Slow motion better thanIt's all good in the hood like raps and gems

Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims

Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts

We never fall short, with us it's our Force like And 1'sSome waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over

For cats is colder than four below, with self, I go toe to toe

Wondering if it's for the art or for the doe

Though I know to grow a nigga, I gotta learn to let go

Though I know to doe, I gotta bring back to the ghettoArrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind

Po' livin' in more prisons, pointing to my mind

Shine the light up, clench my fists tight, holding the right up

Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter

Situations and jobs get tighter

My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'monI walked in the crib, got two kids

And my baby mama late

So I had to did, what I had to did

'Cause I had to getI'm up all night, getting my money right

Until the blue and white

Now the money coming slow but at least at nigga know

Slow motion better thanI, I know I could make it right

If I could just swallow my pride

But I can't run away or put my gun away

You can't front on meI, no, I can't let it ride

No, no, not tonight

See, I can't run away or put my gun away

You can't front on me

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