The Chosen Few (Live for This)

Lyrics

(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
 (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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Duration
05:09
Key
8
Tempo
87 BPM

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