Chatper 13 Rich Man vs Poor Man Lyrics by Common Sense

Chatper 13 Rich Man vs Poor Man Lyrics

    Let's talk about money
    Ynot get the money
    Common Sense want the money
    Let's talk about money

    [Common Sense]
    I... be... the one they call Petey
    I'm Poe, as Edgar Allen
    But I'm a poet when I'm freestylin

    [Ynot]
    Egad it is I, master Ynot Never The Less
    Fresh like air, well dressed, yes the LS's here
    I appear on piers with my peers
    The I'mperial like margerin, I'm butter
    Yes, fly like my Lear, I jet

    [Common Sense]
    Lookin' at my fake Gucci, it's about that time
    It's time for some perculator
    I circulate around the block black
    So give me a six-pack and a half of Harold's Chicken
    A good combination
    When I get bubbly, I do it in moderation
    One brew, one brew, I said one brew at a time

    [Ynot]
    Well I'm a two timer of women that are three times a lady
    May Sadie say Sade and may Ms. Goldberg say
    "Yo Whoopie, there it is."
    Call me E cause I equal MC squared
    In the Biz, Marks know I got the Kie, to get the girl's noses
    open like "The Vapors", more pub than the papers
    More papers than the press, oh yes I gets paid

    [Common Sense]
    Yes, check it
    I didn't grow 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 then you already spend half
    See I make money, money doesn't make me
    I'm a reflection of my section and my section 8

    [Ynot]
    Enough
    I own 8 sections of the world, where I'm sexin' 8 girls
    to have them comin' in (ohhh yes) 8 seconds
    I told Victoria her Secret you suck, like Sucrets
    I Ultrawhite my secretery, I went to Tibet
    to bet on my horse you bet your life
    Mine was better and now your deader
    than a (door knob) eeea wrong

    [Ynot] So what's your name?
    [Comm] I'm the Com, the bro Com Sense
    And when I don't got scratch, I do feel tense
    And if you givin your papers to a broad youse a dummy
    [Ynot] Cause without no money
    "Ain't a damn thing funny" (scratched 3X)

    [Ynot]
    Rhymes I exchange like stock, I'm live like stock
    I rock like Prudential, making ha ha from O
    That's mucho dinero, like Robert Deniro,
    I rob-berts Deniro, a hero like the sandwich
    A Man-wich has mills like Stephanie Mills, dills like pickles,
    I'm fancy man I tickles LIKE the French
    Not Johnny but like a Bench I Press-On like Lee
    I Stan like Lee, while you Stagger like Lee
    Most likely I'll gagger that bullish I pull ish like a magnet
    or dragnet, I don't drag I gets net income
    Yo bums I rush like adrenaline
    I'm royal when I flush, your highest hush'll get mushed
    like a sleigh dog; I slay dogs who are under me
    I'm over man, call me Doberman, cause I'm a Pinscher of pennies
    that's pretty, leave your city green from all the money I spent
    (What you do?) I stay fresh like a 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 Gomer I got Pyle's of loot
    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, biiitch!

    Ynot got the money

    [Comm] So what's your name?
    [Ynot] I'm Ynot I own a mansion and a yacht (uh-huh)
    I got essentials and credentials and honies at my feet
    (come on)
    And when I walk the street, I'm never lookin bummy
    [Comm] Cause without the money
    "Ain't a damn thing funny" (scratched 5X)

    [Common]
    Ynot.. let me tell ya a story
    Okay it was a black man a white man and a Chinese man
    The black man of course he was po' (yeah)
    The white man... he was rich (uh-huh)
    And the Chinese man, he owned a sto' (aight c'mon)
    Okay the black man lived on Beat Street
    The white man lived on Wall Street
    and at the Chinese man's store is where they all meet
    Not really on the good foot
    cause the white man kept steppin on the black man's toes (damn!)
    And in his shoes there were holes
    But the white man didn't care;
    shit, he didn't have to wear it (uh uh)
    The scratch that he had, he got from his parents;
    with his tight ass, he woulda been poor white trash, but anyway
    everyday the black man would ask him to spare change
    but at him, 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 'noid and broke out like a peon
    And now the black man own the store
    and the name of it is Leon's (what's that?)
    Barbeque that is..
    Rib tips, hotsauce, mild sauce, fries, and chicken

    [Comm] So what's your name?
    [Ynot] I'm Ynot I own a mansion and a yacht (uh-huh)
    I got essentials and credentials and honies at my feet
    (come on)
    And when I walk the street, I'm never lookin bummy
    [Comm] Cause without the money
    "Ain't a damn thing funny"
    [Ynot] Now what's your name?
    [Comm] Well I'm the Com, the bro Com Sense
    And when I don't got scratch, I do feel tense
    And if you givin your papers to a broad youse a dummy
    [Ynot] Cause without no money
    "Ain't a damn thing funny" (scratched to end)

    [Ynot]
    Two thousand and thirteen shot
    Common Sense and YNot
    UAk and Darian combined
    We rock while you rot.. no stress..

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