Trackmasters - Trading Places lyrics

[Hook x2] 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 [Verse 1] 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, copped the ranch house To plan, Martin needed some space to plot my plans out Speak of life, still rock low, plus the sneaker type Reefer kites, pushin' a stick make you breeze through lights 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 four to life Poison bites, my brain, flyin' high flames Tryin' to change, trapped between worlds kinda strange [Hook x2] [Verse 2] 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 accross tracks Catch me in Haiti, ridin' horse back Seek religion, study life, tryin' to see the vision Weeks in prison a help a wise man peep his livin' Reach decisions, an*lyze, scope the game, wit hopes to change Before the stress overdose the brain, most remain Shockwaves, I rock shades 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, just in case, it might be on [Hook x2] [Verse 3] So what's the remedy, for 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, mastered slow breathin' Blowin' Hundreds Spendin' paper's so redundant I'm from it, most large n***as over and done wit No one to run wit, just a few from the Old School Ocean cruise, layin' back soakin' the blues, scopin' the views Never once, open the news It's all stress, placed on the broke or confused So know the game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name [Hook x2]