Artist: Common Sense f/ Ynot Album: Resurrection Song: Chatper 13 (Rich Man vs. Poor Man) Typed by: email@example.com, OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash 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 Imperial 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..