Trading Places

AZ

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

Need some more currency, streets