Artist: Slaughterhouse f/ Emanny Album: House Rules Song: Trade It All Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Joe Budden] Uhh, okay, it's that knock right here Word up Just got a couple questions for 'em Okay, it go [Joe Budden] Uhh, here's somethin I'd like to know Would you trade it all? Would you put a price on your soul? (Answer that) You more about the outcome or the income? Would you give up your dreams to feel like you're livin in one? Faced with decisions, would you ignore intuition? Trade in whatever drives you for keys to an ignition? Uh, or would you go on like your life fine? It's funny how a moment change your lifetime Yeah, would I be held as a villain if I never helped with feelings, change to sell a million? Yeah, wonder what these fans'll say to me Still'll garner some bravery, money never dictated me Cause my morals for cash just ain't a trade to me Respect is important, niggaz know not to play with me It's not a void to fill, it's no vacancy Take it all, it's no takin me Joey [Chorus: Emanny] I'm a man, they always said I wouldn't be here So much in my way, I've seen it all through these years It's been give and take, they thought I'd break But to trade it all is no trade at all [Joe Budden] Uhh, the ultimate contradiction What started as a hobby now an honest way of livin Which took me to a genius from a pompous with a vision Could do a dramatization on the drama I've been given Everybody says that, mom was kinda different So e'ry composition just a calm I ain't in prison Armed and on a mission, strapped and only armed with my conflictions Never phased, my only armor is this thick skin Daddy talent (what else?) momma wisdom (what else?) Master of deceit, I cheated through the honor system Quit my temporary job, earned more Left school and learned more, rehab then burnt more Tales of B&E's, toast and extortion How my son was almost an abortion, I've been close to a coffin Wouldn't do over this roller coaster Know it played out like it was supposed to [Chorus] w/ ad libs [Joe Budden] It go, look - was froze over the phone Waitin for you to change your tone while I was smokin But that never happened like I was hopin Waitin for you to laugh, at least tell me you was jokin But you just kept on with the conversation I'm tryin to be calm and patient while pacin around the room, thoughts in my head are varied That's you, grandpa and Mike, it's very scary, it's cancer, hereditary Dad, we had our little issues after "Momma Said" Glad that's behind us so we can cherish the time instead I got faith, I know the Lord'll have a say But you got a daughter on the way, what more do I gotta say? You got twins to raise, they just beginnin to age Tell God with a hint of rage it was meant for you to stay If I gotta explain what should be understood Yo I'd trade me for you if I could, we all good [Chorus] w/ ad libs [Outro: Joe Budden] It go, OHHH!! One mo' 'gain, OHH!! Never fold, never break (To trade it all is no trade at all) Not at all