Chapter 13 (Rich Man vs. Poor Man)

[Intro]

Let's talk about money

Ynot get the money

Common Sense want the money

Let's talk about money

[Verse 1: Common & YNot]

I be the one they call Petey

I'm Poe (As what?) as Edgar Allan (Oh well)

But I'm a poet when I'm freestylin'

Egad it is I, master Ynot, never the less

Fresh like air, well dressed, yes the LS is here

I appear on piers with my peers

The Imperial like margarine, I'm butter

Yes, fly like my Lear, I jet

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

It's time for some percolator

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

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 key, 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

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

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 secretary, I went to Tibet

To bet on my horse you bet your life

Mine was better and now your deader

Than a.. (Than a door knob) eah wrong

[Chorus: Common & YNot]

So what's your name?

I'm the Com, the broke Com Sense

And when I don't got scratch, I do feel tense

And if you givin' your papers to a broad you'se a dummy

Cause without no money

(Ain't a damn thing funny)

(Ain't a damn thing funny)

(Ain't a damn thing funny)

[Verse 2: Ynot]

Rhymes I exchange like stock, I'm live like stock

I rock like Prudential, making (haha) from O

That's mucho dinero, like Robert De Niro

A robber's dinero, a hero like the sandwich

A Manwich has mills like Stephanie Mills, dills like pickles

I'm fancy, man, I tickles like the French

Not Johnny but like Bench I press on like Lee

I stan' like Lee, while you stagger like Lee

Most likely I'll dagger that bull-ish 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 men; call me Doberman, cause I'm a Pinscher of pennies

That's pretty, leave your city green from all the money I spent

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 piles 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 (Bitch!)

Ynot got the money

[Chorus: Common & YNot]

So what's your name?

I'm Ynot, I own a mansion and a yacht

I got essentials and credentials and honeys at my feet

And when I walk the street, I'm never lookin' bummy

Cause without the money

(Ain't a damn thing funny)

(Ain't a damn thing funny)

(Ain't a damn thing funny)

(Ain't a damn thing funny)

(Ain't a damn thing funny)

[Verse 3: 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?)

Barbecue, that is! (Oh...)

Rib tips, hotsauce, mild sauce, fries, and chicken

[Chorus: Common & YNot]

So what's your name?

I'm Ynot, I own a mansion and a yacht

I got essentials and credentials and honeys at my feet

And when I walk the street, I'm never lookin' bummy

'Cause without the money (Ain't a damn thing funny)

Now what's your name?

Well I'm the Com, the broke Com Sense

And when I don't got scratch, I do feel tense

And if you givin' your papers to a broad you'se a dummy

'Cause without no money (Ain't a damn thing funny)

[Outro: Ynot]

Two thousand and thirteen shot

Common Sense and Ynot

UAC and Darian combined

We rock while you rot, no stress