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Tonight`s musical guest
Two of Chicago`s finest emcees
Give it up for Green and Kanye West

It`s usual sense
Yeah! Common sense
It`s Vulgar Sense, yeah well
On the Dave Chappelle Show
Everybody gotta eat right? It`s the food, baby

I walked in the crib, got two kids
And my baby mama late
So I had to did, what I had to did
`Cause I had to get

I`m up all night, getting my money right
Until the blueness and white
Now the money coming slow but at least a nigga know
Slow motion better than

You know to discover the narrative again and again
About these young brothers from the City of Wind
Like juice and gin in the city, we blend
Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims

Y`all know the Sprewells and trucks that`s detailed
Heartless females that wanna ride in `em
Felt the South side venom in raw hides and denim
Pimp minds collide with `em, a scheme that tries victims

We keep in, my man in the fast lane pivoting
On the stuff white is selling like Eminem
On the stuff it jump off like Kim and them
On the block it`s hot, you can find it in your skin

And then shorties get the plot but no instructions to assembling
Eyes bright, it look like the conflict is dimming them
Call my man cuzo like I`m kin to him
He trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him

I walked in the crib, got two kids
And my baby mama late
So I had to did, what I had to did
`Cause I had to get

I`m up all night, getting my money right
Until the blueness and white
Now the money coming slow but at least a nigga know
Slow motion better than

It`s all right in the hood like raps and gems
Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims
Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts
We never fall short, with us it`s our Power like And 1`s

Some waves, some air guns, the years of the just one is over
For cats is colder than four below, with self, I go toe to toe
Wondering if it`s for the art or for the doe
Though I love to develop a nigga, I gotta learn to let go
Though I love to doe, I gotta bring back to the ghetto

Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind
Po` livin` in more prisons, pointing to my mind
Shine the lighting up, clench my fists tight, holding the right up
Freedom fight in dark gear for the age to get brighter
Situations and jobs get tighter
My man trying to get his burden and top up, c`mon

I walked in the crib, got two kids
And my baby mama late
So I had to did, what I had to did
`Cause I had to get

I`m up all night, getting my money right
Until the blueness and white
Now the money coming slow but at least at nigga know
Slow motion better than

I, I live I could give it right
If I could scarcely swallow my pride
But I can`t run off or put my gun away
You can`t front on me

I, no, I can`t let it ride
No, no, not tonight
See, I can`t run off or put my gun away
You can`t front on me

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