Trading Places

(альбом: Pieces Of A Man - 1998)

[AZ:]
Yeah . . . Word up

[CHORUS: AZ]
Trading 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 trying to front for a name

Trading 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 trying to front for a name

[Verse One: AZ]
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
Breathing 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? pushing 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, flying high flames
Trying to change, trapped between worlds kinda strange

[CHORUS: AZ]
Trading 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 trying to front for a name (That's how we come at 'em)

Trading 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 trying to front for a name

[Verse Two: AZ]
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 observing me
Third defree, trying to see billions before they murder me
Thoroughly thoughts react, let the ?Porsche? mack accross tracks
Catch me in Haiti, riding horse back
Seek religion, study life, trying to see the vision
Weeks in prison'll help a wise man peep his living
Reach decisions, analyze, scope the game, wit hopes to change
Before the stress overdose the brain, most remain
Shockwaves, I rock stage through the Tropic Haze
Under Palm Trees, puffing lye for days, liver ways
Cold chilling, old villan, known for building
Sitting back, controling millions
What's right or wrong? Shorter days, nights is long
Keep ya cipher strong, in case, it might be on

[CHORUS: AZ]
Trading 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 trying to front for a name

Trading places wanna piece of the pie (Yo)
Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die (Each gotta die)
It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame
While others'll die in vain trying to front for a name

[Verse Three: AZ]
So what's the remedy, from being invaded by your enemy
Envy me, had a cold heart since infancy
Below freezing, used to flip for no reason
Now beyond that, learned to relax, master slow breathing, blowing hundreds
Spending paper's so redundant
I'm from it, most large niggas over and done wit
No one to run wit, just a few from the Old School
Ocean cruise, laing back soaking the blues
Scoping the views, never once, open the news
It's all stress, placed on the broke and confused
So know the game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame
While others'll die in vain trying to front for a name

[CHORUS: AZ]
Trading 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 trying to front for a name

Trading 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 trying to front for a name