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CHORUS: Tradin' wanna piece of the pie Good guy, bad guy, we gotta 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 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, us more room to build climb made more time for wounds to heal I can see the sun, must've been to be the one Set free to run, same moms, new seed to come lungs, through the sonogram see the thumb So regardless, male or female, love one G's and tons branched out, coped the ranch In Martin? needed some space to plot my plans out Speak of life, still rock low, plus the sneaker Be for ?kites? pushin' a make you breeze through life See sites, gun shots, used to run spots Slung rocks, got rich off of one block Saw the light, caught a case, couldn't to fight white, had to cop out or face more than life Poison bites, my brain, flyin' flames Tryin' to change, trapped between worlds strange
[AZ] Tradin' places piece of the pie (Yeah) Good guy, bad guy, we each die It's all a game, some'll the Hall Of Fame (Yeah) While others'll die in tryin' to front for a name (That's how we at 'em)
Tradin' wanna piece of the pie Good guy, bad guy, we each die (Yeah) It's all a game, make the Hall Of Fame (Uh Huh) While others'll die in vain to front for a name
AZ {Verse Yo it's either or, used to by girl Rahol? G's galore, ?Cristen D or?, believe in war some more currency, streets observin' me Third defree, to see billions before they murder me Thoroughly thoughts react, let the ?Porsche? mack tracks Catch me in Haiti, ridin' back Seek religion, life, tryin' to see the vision Weeks in prison'll help a man peep his livin' Reach decisions, analyze, scope the game, wit 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, for buildin' Sittin' back, millions What's right or wrong? Shorter days, nights is ya cipher strong, in case, it might be on
CHORUS: Tradin' wanna piece of the pie guy, bad guy, we each gotta die It's all a game, some'll make the Of Fame While die in vain tryin' to front for a name
Tradin' places wanna of the pie (Yo) Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die (Each die) It's all a game, some'll the Hall Of Fame While others'll die in tryin' to front for a name
AZ Three} So what's the remedy, bein' invaded by your enemy Envy me, had a cold heart infancy Below freezin', used to for no reason Now beyond that, learned to relax, slow breathin', blowin' Spendin' paper's so I'm from it, most large niggas over and wit No one to run wit, just a few the Old School Ocean cruise, lain' back the blues Scopin' the views, never once, open the It's all stress, placed on the and confused So the game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
CHORUS: Tradin' places piece of the pie Good guy, bad guy, we gotta die It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of While others'll die in vain tryin' to for a name
Tradin' wanna 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 to front for a name