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Pieces of a man

1998

Trading places

[Featuring Foxy Brown, Panama P.I.]
AZ:
Just like a motion picture, gun fire froze a nigga
Compose the liquor, caused me to stager, stumble over quicker
Duckin' low, wit the four four, tryin' to bust and blow
Empty out before the Po Po come bust the show
Sobered up, knew it was beef, but over what?
Been in the cut, escapin' these streets, they cold as fuck
Tuck my chain in, rose to my feet, no time for aimin'
Back arched, all you saw was sparks, niggas blazin'
One fell, callin' for help, heard him yell
My last shell, tore through his spine, it's time to bail
It's slow motion, dust in my clothes started ?boatin'?
It's bizarre copin', my blood flowin' like the Art Of Goshen
Thoughts racin', hit the corner slow pacin'
No destination, it's up North a nigga facin'
CHORUS: Panama P.I.
If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker
But before I touch that death bed feel, I gotta see some paper
Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us down
Do whatever it takes, cuz that's the breaks, money make this world go
'round
AZ:
I pleed innocent, the love for my freedom is infinite
Thoughts was intimate, I mastered the minds, the mortal 10 percent
Self Defense, incarceration couldn't help repent
Caught in commotion at the time I felt it, felt intense
Him or me, it's misery through my memory
But mentally, outcome wise I feel no sympathy
You know the streets, how some niggas could go for weeks
Rock you slow to sleep, play you for doe, now you know it's beef
Know it's deep, I live my life on the creep
Tinted Jeeps, bulletproof coupes move Mystique
Foxy Brown: (AZ)
Let him speak, my dogg is innocent
It was my gats (Boo

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[Featuring Foxy Brown, Panama P.I.] 
AZ: 
Just like a motion picture, gun fire froze a nigga 
Compose the liquor, caused me to stager, stumble over quicker 
Duckin' low, wit the four four, tryin' to bust and blow 
Empty out before the Po Po come bust the show 
Sobered up, knew it was beef, but over what? 
Been in the cut, escapin' these streets, they cold as fuck 
Tuck my chain in, rose to my feet, no time for aimin' 
Back arched, all you saw was sparks, niggas blazin' 
One fell, callin' for help, heard him yell 
My last shell, tore through his spine, it's time to bail 
It's slow motion, dust in my clothes started ?boatin'? 
It's bizarre copin', my blood flowin' like the Art Of Goshen 
Thoughts racin', hit the corner slow pacin' 
No destination, it's up North a nigga facin' 
CHORUS: Panama P.I. 
If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker 
But before I touch that death bed feel, I gotta see some paper 
Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us down 
Do whatever it takes, cuz that's the breaks, money make this world go 
'round 
AZ: 
I pleed innocent, the love for my freedom is infinite 
Thoughts was intimate, I mastered the minds, the mortal 10 percent 
Self Defense, incarceration couldn't help repent 
Caught in commotion at the time I felt it, felt intense 
Him or me, it's misery through my memory 
But mentally, outcome wise I feel no sympathy 
You know the streets, how some niggas could go for weeks 
Rock you slow to sleep, play you for doe, now you know it's beef 
Know it's deep, I live my life on the creep 
Tinted Jeeps, bulletproof coupes move Mystique 
Foxy Brown: (AZ) 
Let him speak, my dogg is innocent 
It was my gats (Boo