• Usher
• Az
• Powderfinger
• Busy Signal
• Boot Camp Clik
• J-wall

I know what you're used to
We're gonna do something different tonight
Now we?re gonna do this thing a lil? different tonight
You gonna come over and pick me up in your ride
You gonna knock, then you gonna wait
Ooh, you gonna take me on a date
You?re gonna open my door and I'ma reach over and open yours
Gonna pay for dinner, take me to see a movie
And whisper in my ear how bad you really wanna do me
Girl, now take me home and get up in my pants
Pour me up a shot and force me to the bed
I'm always on the top, tonight I'm on the bottom
?Cause we trading places
When I can't take no more, tell me you ain't stopping
?Cause we trading places
No, put it on me, baby, till I say, ooh, wee
And tell to shut up before the neighbors hear me
This is how it feels when you do it like me
We?re trading places
Gon' get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Gon' get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Gon' get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
We?re trading places
I plan on waking you up to a cup of Folgers
Pancakes and eggs, I owe you breakfast in bed, oh baby
And your orange juice sitting on a coaster
Toast on the side' baby, strawberry and grape jelly
You finished, let me get that drink
Pull the curtain from the window
Time to get up, baby
Let me make this bed up, baby
Today we going shopping blowing 30 on me
Make it 60, screaming like you really love me
Skip dinner and we gonna rent a movie
You order Chinese food right before you do me
You're coming on strong, baby, let me wash my hair
She said hurry up, then get in the bed
You get on top, tonight I'm on the bottom
?Cause we trading places
When I can't take no more, tell me you ain't stopping
?Cause we trading places
No, put it on me, baby, till I say, ooh, wee
And tell to shut up before the neighbors hear me
This is how it feels when you do it like me
We?re trading places
Gon' get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Gon' get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Gon' get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
We?re trading places
Wash the car, I'm gonna walk the dog
Take out the trash with nothing but your t-shirt on
I'm gonna press your shirt, gonna wrinkle mine's up
In the kitchen going crazy, we don't give a what
Where you want me?
Give it to me, baby, baby, babe
Oh, oh, oh, ooh, ooh, baby, baby, yeah
You get on top, tonight I'm on the bottom
?Cause we trading places
When I can't take no more, you say you ain't stopping
?Cause we trading places
Now we?re gonna do this thing a lil? different tonight
Trading places
Stay tuned for part 2, you've been me, I, I've been you

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

I could not face
I could not face you
Lost my place
Couldn't I fade away
Feelings hide
Feelings die
Cannot wait
To trade my place again
You save face
When I hang my head in shame
Feelings hide
Feelings die
They could not wait to open you up

Eh! Switch it, just use your imagination. Ghetto living uptown, uptown living in the garrison,
[Talking:]
Eeh! It wouldn't be easy, could never be easy, not at all, ahhh. Yeah! A nuh disrespect people living other peoples footsteps, it's more like a reality check yuh nah mean.
[Chorus:]
Imagine uptown people living in the ghetto fi a week, [x2]
Down town move gone inna the uptown town area things nice proper English dem a speak. Uptown people could a neva stand it when the pipe dem a leak [x2]
First of all dem nuh know how fi bridge light nuh wah use the igloo with the ice them use to fridge life.
[Verse 1:]
Picture Portia a live a Spain, picture Bruce Golding live a hundred lane, picture me way richer dan Matterland while him live a Kentire pon piece a capture land, picture Michael Lee-Chin hold off the gully side him and the thugs dem a bleach so yuh cah go beside, picture Brush Stewart a wipe car glass and a ask fi the change weh yuh got, no. [x2]
It wouldn't be easy trading places with the ghetto, it would be easy to hear rich people voice a echo it wouldn't be easy it would be nice to see us rise give dem a surprise and mek dem knoe we also can live these life.
[Chorus:]
Imagine uptown people living in the ghetto fi a week, [x2]
Down town move gone inna the uptown town area things nice proper English dem a speak. Uptown people could a neva stand it when the pipe dem a leak [x2]
First of all dem nuh know how fi bridge light nuh wah use the igloo with the ice them use to fridge life.
[Verse 2:]
What if Sizzla was commissioner Police could never arrest me fi a spliff, If alliance was Nation Security nuh body could never violate or snitch, suppose uptown people affi nyam chicken back and tun cornmeal go see dem wid finger a lick, now, imagine if ghetto youth a go a di ATM fi go draw cash uptown youths a pocket dem a pick, no, hey! Me say we cah separate we self uptown down town come mek we elevate we self, street knowledge mek me educate me self fi be wise, say, eh, Me say we cah separate we self uptown down town come mek we elevate we self, street knowledge mek me educate me self fi be wiser. It wouldn't be easy trading places with the ghetto, it would be easy to hear rich people voice a echo it wouldn't be easy it would be nice to see us rise give dem a surprise and mek dem knoe we also can live these life.
[Chorus:]
Imagine uptown people living in the ghetto fi a week, [x2]
Down town move gone inna the uptown town area things nice proper English dem a speak. Uptown people could a neva stand it when the pipe dem a leak [x2]
First of all dem nuh know how fi bridge light nuh wah use the igloo with the ice them use to fridge life. Picture dat, it wouldn't be easy, wouldn't be nice, no, could never be easy, trading places could'ntbe nice, no, eehh, Busy! Could'ntbe nice, believe me nuh, wouldn't be nice, people. Imagine uptown people living in the ghetto fi a week, [x2]
Down town move gone inna the uptown town area things nice proper English dem a speak.
[Taking:]
It's so real, make me just talk da part ya [laughing].
Listen me keenly; picture PJ at the studio a look a buss as a dj [laugh],
Picture Pickersgill at the bus stop a bawl seh the sun hot dem eva guh tru dat [laugh]

[Intro: Sean Price]
P! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey yo, listen
[Verse 1: Sean Price]
Before I lay my head down to rest
I roll up a dimebag of petro, then let the sket' blow
Sean Price from Seflow, nah, I'm from down the block
Brownsville, peace, my niggaz squeeze all kinda shots
[Verse 2: Steele]
You can catch me in your tenement
Hangin' with these thugs, weed, guns and Timberlands
Grind for the dividends, ride for my siblings
Roll with a bunch of gremlins, stick you up for your benjamins
[Verse 3: Rock]
Here we go, breakin' day with a mad lah session
Plottin' and schemin', somebody gon' die when I catch 'em
A lot of y'all should be petrified when I step inside
Of your section, especially if you're stoppin' my cheddar
[Verse 4: Tek]
So why oh why did I need cappuccino?
Must've had a hangover from all that Remy and Clicko
Nah, I don't remember hittin' off in the spot
Too tore up, don't remember gettin' it on with no cops
[Verse 5: Sean Price]
Nigga, my eyes peep this life in the form you can't picture
Panoramic view, the hammer damage your crew
Back flippin', gat spittin', sell crack rapper dude
Back smack a few rappers who rap with a attitude
[Verse 6: Tek]
Benjamin Benicar, Afrika Bambaataa
Get up in your spot with the four-fifth two shotter
Play the back with some of my mans
It's family first, like the "Tek" that's on the back of my hands
[Verse 7: Rock]
We all walk around town with the pound strapped down
And clap a clown, and if not, it's cool, I will pound you out
I get me harders, that's why I'm Rock man, I regulate ya
Scrape bitch niggaz faces cross the pavement, whoever hatin'
[Verse 8: Steele]
You asked for it, who want beef? Well here's war
Silence the .44 so nobody will hear the roar
Now your body is stretched out horizontally on the floor
That's what a snitch get when he talk about what he saw
[Verse 9: Sean Price]
Commence the rock slide [Oh no!] I'm crushin' your pride by surprise
I be Sean Price, the forward for the Fab Five
It's 'Unbelievable', Christopher Wallace
The way I squeeze the tool and dig in your pocket, let's get money, nigga
[Verse 10: Rock]
Yo, from an unknown region, me and my legion
Never believin' to hear you bitch niggaz breathin'
The summer doom, doom, din, nobody eatin'
Nobody leavin' 'til you pay y'all owe my BCC, bitch
[Verse 11: Steele]
I'm dwellin' in the cellar with my niggaz Heltah Skeltah
Smif-N-Wessun pull triggers, the heat melt ya, Lord help ya
The Terrible Two, the Furious Four
I dare y'all to bear arms and square off with this force
[Verse 12: Tek]
See, I was taught that two wrongs don't make a right
But me and Steele been tight for a while and everything's a'ight
And it ain't never gonna change
And that's as real as the blood that's blue in our veins, bitch
[Hook: Rock]
Y'all don't wanna Trade Places with us, stay in your place
Claimin' you thug, Trade Places with us, we'll erase your face
The wrath of Duck Down, Bucktown is real
Word to them niggaz Ruck, Rock, Tek and Steele
[Scratched vocals:]
"We all walk around town with the pound strapped down"
"Nigga, my eyes peep this life in the form you can't picture"
"See, I was taught that two wrongs don't make a right"
"Nigga, you asked for it, who want beef? Well here's war"
[Hook: Rock]
Y'all don't wanna Trade Places with us, stay in your place
Claimin' you thug, Trade Places with us, we'll erase your face
The wrath of Duck Down, Bucktown is real

Verse One:
When I fall down, and I can;t get up
I look at my friends, I ask them what's up
There is no way, they have all this pain
If they did, we would all go insane
I feel that it, is only me here
Living in torture, shedding these tears
Now I turn to them, looking at their faces
We all decide, it is time to trade places
Chorus:
Trading places, their lives can't be so bad
Trading places, they never seem scared or sad
Trading spaces, little did they know
I was better off, with my life being so-so
Verse Two:
I moved over to, her house for a week
She moved into mine, it was answers that we seeked
I went to her dances, and cheerleading camp
She played my guitar, jammed on my amp
I tried to do I flip, I broke a damn bone
She broke her thumb, when she was jammin' alone
The very next day, we switched back our lives for good
It was a good thing to try, everyone should