The Food

Tonight's musical guest

Two of Chicago's finest MCs

Give it up for Common and Kanye West

Drops this beat, yeah

Com's is, Common Sense

Kanye West on the Dave Chapelle show

Everybody got to eat right, y'all

It's the Food, baby

I walked in the crib, got two kids

And my baby momma late

So I had to did what I had to did

'Cause I had to give

I'm up all night gettin' my money right

Until the blue and whites

Now the money coming slow, but at least it'll get known

Slow motion better than

Yo, you love to hear the story, 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 spreewells and trucks that's detailed

Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em

Felt the southside in them with raw hides and denim

Bent minds collide with them, a system that tries victims

We livin' in, my man in the fast lane pivotin'

On the block now, they sellin' like M&M

On the block get jump off like Kim an' 'em

On the block is hot, you can feel it in your skin

Shorties get the game with no instructions to assemble it

Odds right, it seem like the fight is dim in him

Call my man Cuzin like I'm kin to him

He tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him

I walked in the crib, got two kids

And my baby momma late

So I had to did what I had to did

'Cause I had to give

I'm up all night gettin' my money right

Until the blue and whites

Now the money coming slow, but at least it'll get known

Slow motion better than

It's all good in the hood like rats and gyms

Fullbacks and tims, blacks and rims

Whether on ball courts, attires are ball shorts

We never fall short, with us it's all force like Air Ones

Some wave some air guns

The day of the fair ones is over fo'

Cats is colder than four below, whassup?

I go toe to toe, wondering if it's for the art or for the dough

Though I know to grow a gotta learn to let go

Though I know the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto

Aeros or Tarot cards pointin' to the grind

Po' livin' and mo' prisons pointin' to my mind

Shine the light up

Clench my fists tight, holdin' it right up

Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter

Situations, the jaws get tighter

My man trying to get his way to higher

I walked in the crib, got two kids

And my baby momma late

So I had to did what I had to did

'Cause I had to give

I'm up all night gettin' my money right

Until the blue and whites

Now the money coming slow, but at least it'll get known

Slow motion better than

Hey yo I, I know I could make it right

If I could just swallow my pride

But I can't run away or put my gun away

You can't front on me

I, no I can't let it ride

No, no, not tonight

No, I can't run away or put my gun away

You can't front on me