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[Featuring Ynot]
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Intro whispering:
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Let's talk about money
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Get money
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Common Sense want the money
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Let's talk about money.
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Common Sense:
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I... be... the one they call Peavey
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I'm Poe as Edgar Allen
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But I'm a poet when I'm freestylin
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Ynot:
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You got a design masterwind Not Never The Less
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Fresh like L addresss yes the LS's here
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I appear on piers with my peers
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The Imperial like margerin, I'm butter
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Yes like Bel-Air
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Common Sense:
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Lookin' at my fake Gucci, it's about that time
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It's time for some perculator
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I circulate around the block
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Black to get me a six pack a half of Harrow's chicken
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A good combination, when I get bubbly I do it in moderation
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1 brew, 1 brew, I said 1 brew at a time
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Ynot:
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Well I'm a two timer of women that'll 3 times a lady
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Ms. Haiti say Sade and my Ms.Golper say
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"Yo whoop there it is" call me E cause I equal MC's squared
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In the bed marks know I got the key to get the girls
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Noses open like the vapors, more pub than the papers
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More papers than the press, oh yes I gets paid
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Common Sense:
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Yo, I didn't grow up up po po but once you get grown and out on your
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own
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Bills apon bills apon bills is what you have
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Before you get your check than you already spend half
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See I make money, money doesn't make me
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I'm a reflection of my section and section 8
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Ynot:
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Enough, I own 8 sections of the world, where I'm sexin' 8 girls
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Where I have them comin' in (ugh) 8 seconds
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I told Victoria her Secret you suck life a crest
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I Ultrawhite my secretery, I went to Tibet
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To bet on a horse you bet your life
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Mine was better and now your deader, than a (door knob) eeea wrong
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Hook:
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Ynot:
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So what's your name?
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Common Sense:
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I'm the Com that wrote Com Sense, and when I don't got scratch
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I do feel tense, and if you give your money to a broad yous a dummy
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Ynot:
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Cause without the money
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"Ain't a damn thing funny" (X3)
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Ynot:
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THese rhymes I exchange like stock, I'm live like stock
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I rock like Prudential, making ha ha from O
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That's mucho denero, like Robert Denero, Irob Berts denero
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A hero like the sandwich, a man which has mills like Stephanie Mills
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Dills like pickels, I'm fancy man like tickles LIKE (the french)
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Not Johnny but like a Bench I press on like glue
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I stand like Lee while you stagger like Lee
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Most likely I'll gagger that bullish I pull ish like a magnet
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A dragnet, I don't drag I gets net income, yo bums I rush like
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adrenaline
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I'm royal when I flush, your highest hush will get mushed like a
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sleigh dog
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I saw dogs who are under me, I over man, call me Doverman
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Cause I'm a Pincer of pennies that's pretty, then you see green from
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all money
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I spend (what you do?) I stay fresh like mint from mint
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I ment my mint, know what I mean? I'm nice
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Real friendly like an officer, friendly and a gentleman
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Friendly like neighbors, not Jim but like Homer I got attention salute
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I kill loot but won't dilute, even if I threw garbage on the ground
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I couldn't pollute, man, I'm too rich for that, Biiitch
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Hook:
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Common Sense:
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So what's your name?
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Ynot:
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I'm Ynot I own a mansion and a yacht (uh ha)
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Essentials and credentials and honies at my feet (come on)
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And when I walk the street I'm never looking bummy
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Common Sense:
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Cause without the money
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"Ain't a damn thing funny"
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Comm:
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Ok there was a black man a white man and a chinnese man
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The black man of coarse he was po (yeah)
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THe white man. He was rich (uh ha)
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And the chinnese man, he owned a store (alright c'mon)
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Ok the blackman lived on Beech Street
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The white man lived on Wall Street
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And the chinnese man's store is where they all meet
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Not really on the good foot
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Because the white man kept steppin' on the black man's toes
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And in his shoes there were holes
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But the white man didn't care, shit he didn't have to wear it (uh ha)
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He scratched that pad he got from his parents, with his tight ass
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He would of been poor white trash, but anyway
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Everyday the blackman would ask for some spare change
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But Adam, the white man would stare strange
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So the black man got fed up
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cause wasn't nobody feedin' him and feedin' him
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And took red by his neck and started beatin' him and beatin' him
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The chinnese man got noyd and broke out like a peon
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And now the blackman own the store and the name of it is Leons
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(what's that?)
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Barbeque that is. Rib tips hotsuace, mild sauce, fries
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Chapter 13 (Rich Man Vs. Poor Man)
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| Common Sense |
