Chapter 13 (Rich Man vs. Poor Man) Lyrics
| Song | Chapter 13 (Rich Man vs. Poor Man) |
| Artist | Common |
| Album | Resurrection |
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| 作词 : Common | |
| Artist: Common Sense f/ Ynot | |
| Album: Resurrection | |
| Song: Chatper 13 (Rich Man vs. Poor Man) | |
| Let's talk about money | |
| Ynot get the money | |
| Common Sense want the money | |
| Let's talk about money | |
| I... be... the one they call Petey | |
| I'm Poe, as Edgar Allen | |
| 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's here | |
| I appear on piers with my peers | |
| The Imperial like margerin, 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 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 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 | |
| So what's your name? | |
| 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 | |
| Cause without no money | |
| "Ain't a damn thing funny" (scratched 3X) | |
| 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 | |
| So what's your name? | |
| 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 | |
| Cause without the money | |
| "Ain't a damn thing funny" (scratched 5X) | |
| 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 | |
| So what's your name? | |
| 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 | |
| Cause without the money | |
| "Ain't a damn thing funny" | |
| Now what's your name? | |
| 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 | |
| Cause without no money | |
| "Ain't a damn thing funny" (scratched to end) | |
| Two thousand and thirteen shot | |
| Common Sense and YNot | |
| UAk and Darian combined | |
| We rock while you rot.. no stress.. |
| zuo ci : Common | |
| Artist: Common Sense f Ynot | |
| Album: Resurrection | |
| Song: Chatper 13 Rich Man vs. Poor Man | |
| Let' s talk about money | |
| Ynot get the money | |
| Common Sense want the money | |
| Let' s talk about money | |
| I... be... the one they call Petey | |
| I' m Poe, as Edgar Allen | |
| 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' s here | |
| I appear on piers with my peers | |
| The Imperial like margerin, 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 perculator | |
| I circulate around the block black | |
| So give me a sixpack 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 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 | |
| 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 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 | |
| So what' s your name? | |
| 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 | |
| Cause without no money | |
| " Ain' t a damn thing funny" scratched 3X | |
| 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 robberts Deniro, 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 a Bench I PressOn 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 | |
| So what' s your name? | |
| I' m Ynot I own a mansion and a yacht uhhuh | |
| I got essentials and credentials and honies at my feet | |
| come on | |
| And when I walk the street, I' m never lookin bummy | |
| Cause without the money | |
| " Ain' t a damn thing funny" scratched 5X | |
| 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 uhhuh | |
| 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 | |
| So what' s your name? | |
| I' m Ynot I own a mansion and a yacht uhhuh | |
| I got essentials and credentials and honies at my feet | |
| come on | |
| 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 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 | |
| Cause without no money | |
| " Ain' t a damn thing funny" scratched to end | |
| Two thousand and thirteen shot | |
| Common Sense and YNot | |
| UAk and Darian combined | |
| We rock while you rot.. no stress.. |
| zuò cí : Common | |
| Artist: Common Sense f Ynot | |
| Album: Resurrection | |
| Song: Chatper 13 Rich Man vs. Poor Man | |
| Let' s talk about money | |
| Ynot get the money | |
| Common Sense want the money | |
| Let' s talk about money | |
| I... be... the one they call Petey | |
| I' m Poe, as Edgar Allen | |
| 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' s here | |
| I appear on piers with my peers | |
| The Imperial like margerin, 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 perculator | |
| I circulate around the block black | |
| So give me a sixpack 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 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 | |
| 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 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 | |
| So what' s your name? | |
| 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 | |
| Cause without no money | |
| " Ain' t a damn thing funny" scratched 3X | |
| 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 robberts Deniro, 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 a Bench I PressOn 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 | |
| So what' s your name? | |
| I' m Ynot I own a mansion and a yacht uhhuh | |
| I got essentials and credentials and honies at my feet | |
| come on | |
| And when I walk the street, I' m never lookin bummy | |
| Cause without the money | |
| " Ain' t a damn thing funny" scratched 5X | |
| 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 uhhuh | |
| 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 | |
| So what' s your name? | |
| I' m Ynot I own a mansion and a yacht uhhuh | |
| I got essentials and credentials and honies at my feet | |
| come on | |
| 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 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 | |
| Cause without no money | |
| " Ain' t a damn thing funny" scratched to end | |
| Two thousand and thirteen shot | |
| Common Sense and YNot | |
| UAk and Darian combined | |
| We rock while you rot.. no stress.. |
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