AZ: Yeah . . . Word up CHORUS: [AZ] Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die (Word Up) It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame (Yeah...How we livin'?) While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name AZ {Verse One} Dreams fulfilled, gave us more room to build Strong climb made more time for wounds to heal I can see the sun, must've been blessed to be the one Set free to run, same baby moms, new seed to come Breathin' lungs, through the sonogram see the thumb So regardless, male or female, love either one G's and tons branched out, coped the ranch house In ?Grand Martin? needed some space to plot my plans out Speak of life, still rock low, plus the sneaker type Be for ?kites? pushin' a stick make you breeze through life See through sites, gun shots, used to run spots Slung rocks, nearly got rich off of one block Saw the light, caught a case, couldn't afford to fight Lawyer white, had to cop out or face more than life Poison bites, my brain, flyin' high flames Tryin' to change, trapped between worlds kinda strange CHORUS: [AZ] Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie (Yeah) Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame (Yeah) While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name (That's how we Come at 'em) Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die (Yeah) It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame (Uh Huh) While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name AZ {Verse Two} Yo it's either or, used to by girl ?Lee Rahol? G's galore, ?Cristen D or?, devils believe in war
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