The Chosen Few (live For This)

Boot Camp Clik

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    [VERSE 1: Starang Wondah]
    Hey yo, I remember Paula, a female baller
    We hit down south, I would call her
    She was lonely, strippin, had a job at the Shoneys
    The only one who showed me the real from the phoneys
    Stayed hangin out with her best friend Tony
    Eyes stayed red with a head full of pony
    Always jokin sayin she wish she could clone me
    Actin all friendly, I hooked her up with Henny

    [VERSE 2: Louieville]
    Then she told me for me and Foul to come OT
    You know me, baby girl, show me the money
    Doin 90 down 95 South
    If we don't move it out, then the town'll have a drought
    Pushin, pedal to the metal
    Once we get there the worries'll get settled
    Chillin, fallin back for the week with
    Money that counts and shorty bop's a freak
    Toast to the dogs in the war
    The one's who've been there, through rich and the poor
    This bitch gotta twist up and hit
    Aiin't that some shit, I gotta ask, ain't that a bitch
    But a nigga gotta keep the shit rollin
    Keep the shit potent, Hennyville stay smokin
    And a nigga ain't crackin no jokes
    Smackin up your folks
    Cause a nigga know broke

    [VERSE 3: Sean Price]
    Hey yo, I rhyme all day, I rhyme all night
    I got to sleep, wake up, and rhyme some more
    Starvin like Marvin, niggas screamin, "I'm so poor"
    Hit records, bangin videos but I'm so poor
    Yo, can I hold somethin? I'm fucked up, duke
    You can tell by my jeans and my scuffed up boots
    In the meantime, smoke a Newport down to the green line
    Leave mine alone in the zone tryin to feed mine
    Know y'all hope Sean fall with the words
    Fuck you pa, Pope John, call him the Third
    Follow the god, bitches wanna swallow the god
    Hit my man off worse than you can polish the god

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    [Tek]
    I told you to walk with me
    You wanna lose your money, gamble with me
    But if you all about your paper, hustle with me
    Then come on
    Come on
    Listen
    Listen

    [VERSE 4: Tek]
    All I need is one night, one whore, one million dollar score
    Tell God to look out for one more
    Matter of fact maybe more than one
    So I can kick my feet up and sit down my gun
    Just gimme one line, one role, complete with one lick
    And one motion, collect it all from 1-6
    This a painting of the barrio I'm givin to you
    Readin a lifestyle a Harry-O see in his views
    I'm tatted, only God can judge me, I know that I'm ugly
    Who's my enemies and who don't love me?
    My young'uns and my family all know that they could
    Call the crib, same number, same hood, it all good

    [VERSE 5: Buckshot]
    I say it now like I said it back then
    Bucktown's the state of mind that I'm trapped in
    So I walk with the mind of many
    My mind is designed to put rhymes in lines combined with semis
    Spray any, plus I got the brain of a soldier
    My son started but I stay till it's over
    We click-click-click, it's Hamburger Hill
    And saving Private Ryan out this bitch
    I'm tryin to chill but we dyin quick
    So my tactic to survive is a practice
    Killin gus with my eyes, so how real am I?
    And even if I'm finna fly I don't look the part
    Cause in my hood we seperate the ballers and the crooks apart

    [VERSE 6: Steele]
    Ghetto livin, parallel to prisons
    Cursed soul, from hell I've risen
    We rebel from the system, Bloomberg cuttin millions from children
    So we resort to the streets, I walk with my peeps
    OG's responsible for my speech
    Co-D's make me comfortable enough to preach
    Tony Montana was deep, we all follow the script
    Recipe to turn powder to bricks
    Devour the script, the game the same, the players change
    Homie, you gotta maintain if you wanna remain
    Let God give guidance, may the hood provide us
    With the necessities to get by this
    Niggas fallin victim to mirages
    We rep the hardest but the sweat gon' drip regardless
    Behind enemy lines we chargin
    The traget: gettin at all you niggas in the market
    Got trees, spark it, got B's, then park it
    Bucktown, where all the d's like to hawk us
    Walk what you talk and gotta stay focused
    Beware of this rap industry and the hocus pocus
    Many are called, few are chosen
    I choose to die for a cause and ride with my soldiers
    Many are called, few are chosen
    I choose to die for a cause and ride with my soldiers

    [all]
    We live for this, we die for this
    Since some for die for this, we ride for this

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    Composición: T. Williams, E.J. III Dixon y D. Yates Jr.

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