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