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[AZ] Tradin' places wanna of the pie guy, bad guy, we each gotta die It's all a game, make the Hall Of Fame While others'll die in vain tryin' to for a name
Tradin' wanna piece of the pie Good guy, bad guy, we gotta die (Word Up) It's all a game, make the Hall Of Fame (Yeah...How we livin'?) While others'll die in vain to front for a name
AZ {Verse Dreams fulfilled, us more room to build climb made more time for wounds to heal I can see the sun, been blessed to be the one Set to run, same baby moms, new seed to come Breathin' lungs, through the see the thumb So regardless, or female, love either one G's and tons branched out, coped the house In ?Grand Martin? needed some to plot my plans out Speak of life, rock low, plus the sneaker type Be for ?kites? pushin' a stick make you breeze through See through sites, gun shots, to run spots Slung rocks, got rich off of one block Saw the light, caught a case, couldn't to fight Lawyer white, had to cop out or more than life Poison bites, my brain, flyin' flames Tryin' to change, trapped between kinda strange
CHORUS: places wanna piece of the pie (Yeah) Good guy, bad guy, we each die It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of (Yeah) While others'll die in tryin' to front for a name (That's how we at 'em)
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AZ Two} Yo it's either or, to by girl ?Lee Rahol? G's galore, D or?, devils believe in war Need some currency, streets observin' me Third defree, tryin' to see billions before they me Thoroughly thoughts react, let the ?Porsche? mack tracks Catch me in Haiti, ridin' back Seek religion, study life, to see the vision Weeks in prison'll help a man peep his livin' Reach decisions, analyze, the game, wit hopes to change Before the stress overdose the brain, remain Shockwaves, I rock stage through the Haze Under Palm Trees, puffin' lye for days, ways Cold chillin', old villan, known for Sittin' back, millions What's right or wrong? days, nights is long Keep ya cipher strong, in case, it be on
[AZ] Tradin' places wanna of the pie guy, bad guy, we each gotta die It's all a game, some'll the Hall Of Fame While others'll die in vain to front for a name
Tradin' places wanna of the pie (Yo) guy, bad guy, we each gotta die (Each gotta die) It's all a game, some'll the Hall Of Fame While others'll die in vain to front for a name
AZ Three} So what's the remedy, from bein' by your enemy Envy me, had a cold since infancy Below freezin', to flip for no reason Now beyond that, learned to relax, slow breathin', blowin' Spendin' paper's so I'm it, most large niggas over and done wit No one to run wit, a few from the Old School Ocean cruise, lain' back soakin' the Scopin' the views, never once, the news It's all stress, placed on the broke and So know the game, some'll make the Hall Of While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a
[AZ] Tradin' places wanna of the pie Good guy, bad guy, we each die It's all a game, some'll the Hall Of Fame While others'll die in tryin' to front for a name
Tradin' places piece of the pie Good guy, bad guy, we gotta die It's all a game, some'll make the Of Fame While others'll die in vain tryin' to for a name