Common - Chatper 13 (Rich Man Vs. Poor Man) lyrics

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[Featuring Ynot] 

Intro whispering: 

Let's talk about money 

Get money 

Common Sense want the money 

Let's talk about money. 

Common Sense: 

I... be... the one they call Peavey 

I'm Poe, as Edgar Allen 

But I'm a poet when I'm freestylin 


You got a design, masterwind, Not Never The Less 

Fresh like L, addresss, yes the LS's here 

I appear on piers with my peers 

The Imperial like margerin, I'm butter 

Yes like Bel-Air 

Common Sense: 

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 Harrold'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 


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 Sense: 

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


Bills apon bills apon 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 


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 secretery, 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 



So what's your name? 

Common Sense: 

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" (X3) 


THese 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 De Niro, 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 


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 ment 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, Biiitch 


Common Sense: 

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 

Common Sense: 

Cause without the money 

"Ain't a damn thing funny" 


Ok there was a black man a white man and a chinnese man 

The black man of coarse he was po (yeah) 

THe white man. He was rich (uh ha) 

And the chinnese man, he owned a store (alright c'mon) 

Ok the blackman 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 blackman 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 chinnese 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?) 

Barbeque that is. Rib tips hotsuace, mild sauce, fries
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