Trading Places Lyrics - Az The Visualiza

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 observin' me 

Third defree, tryin' to see billions before they murder me 

Thoroughly thoughts react, let the ?Porsche? mack accross tracks 

Catch me in Haiti, ridin' horse back 

Seek religion, study life, tryin' to see the vision 

Weeks in prison'll help a wise man peep his livin' 

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, puffin' lye for days, liver ways 

Cold chillin', old villan, known for buildin' 

Sittin' back, controlin' millions 

What's right or wrong? Shorter days, nights is long 

Keep ya cipher strong, in case, it might be on 

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 (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 tryin' to front for a name 

AZ {Verse Three} 

So what's the remedy, from bein' invaded by your enemy 

Envy me, had a cold heart since infancy 

Below freezin', used to flip for no reason 

Now beyond that, learned to relax, master slow breathin', blowin' 

hundreds 

Spendin' 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, lain' back soakin' the blues 

Scopin' 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 tryin' to front for a name 

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 

It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame 

While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name