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
