The Chosen Few (live For This) Lyrics

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