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[AZ] Tradin' wanna piece of the pie Good guy, bad guy, we gotta die It's all a game, make 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 each die (Word Up) It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of (Yeah...How we livin'?) others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
AZ One} Dreams fulfilled, gave us more room to Strong climb made more for wounds to heal I can see the sun, must've been to be the one Set free to run, same baby moms, new seed to Breathin' lungs, the sonogram see the thumb So regardless, or female, love either one G's and tons branched out, the ranch house In ?Grand Martin? needed some space to plot my out Speak of life, still rock low, the sneaker type Be for pushin' a stick make you breeze through life See through sites, gun shots, used to run Slung rocks, got rich off of one block Saw the light, a case, couldn't afford to fight Lawyer white, had to cop out or more than life bites, my brain, flyin' high flames Tryin' to change, between worlds kinda strange
CHORUS: Tradin' places piece of the pie (Yeah) Good guy, bad guy, we gotta 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)
Tradin' places piece of the pie Good guy, bad guy, we gotta die (Yeah) It's all a game, some'll the Hall Of Fame (Uh Huh) While die in vain tryin' to front for a name
AZ {Verse Yo it's either or, used to by ?Lee Rahol? G's galore, ?Cristen D or?, believe in war Need some currency, streets observin' me Third defree, tryin' to see before they murder me Thoroughly thoughts react, let the ?Porsche? mack accross Catch me in Haiti, ridin' back religion, study life, tryin' to see the vision Weeks in prison'll a wise man peep his livin' Reach decisions, analyze, the game, wit hopes to change Before the stress overdose the brain, remain Shockwaves, I rock stage the Tropic Haze Under Palm Trees, puffin' lye for days, liver Cold chillin', old villan, known for Sittin' back, millions What's right or Shorter days, nights is long Keep ya strong, in case, it might be on
[AZ] Tradin' places wanna of the pie guy, bad guy, we each gotta die It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a
Tradin' wanna piece of the pie (Yo) Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die (Each die) It's all a game, make the Hall Of Fame While others'll die in tryin' to front for a name
AZ {Verse So what's the remedy, from bein' invaded by enemy Envy me, had a cold since infancy Below freezin', to flip for no reason Now beyond that, learned to relax, master slow breathin', Spendin' so redundant I'm from it, most large niggas and done wit No one to run wit, a few from the Old School Ocean cruise, lain' back soakin' the Scopin' the views, once, open the news It's all stress, placed on the and confused So know the game, some'll make the Of Fame While others'll die in vain tryin' to for a name
CHORUS: Tradin' wanna piece of the pie Good guy, bad guy, we each die It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a
Tradin' wanna piece of the pie Good guy, bad guy, we each die all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame While others'll die in vain tryin' to for a name