Az - TRADING PLACES / MANASIA (INTERLUDE) lyrics

Yeah, word up 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 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 To plan 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 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 Yo, it's either or, used to by girl, Lee Rahol G's galore, Christian Dior, devils believe in war Need some more currency, streets observin' me Third degree, tryin' to see billions before they murder me Thoroughly thoughts react, let the Porsche mack Across tracks catch me in Haiti, ridin' horse back Seek religion, study life, tryin' to see the vision Weeks in prison I'll help a wise man peep his livin' Reach decisions, an*lyze, scope the game, With hopes to change before the stress overdose the brain Most remain shock waves, 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 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 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 n***as over and done with No one to run with, 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 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