Boot Camp Clik 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 b____ gotta twist up and hit
            Aiin't that some s___, I gotta ask, ain't that a b____
            But a n____ gotta keep the s___ rollin
            Keep the s___ potent, Hennyville stay smokin
            And a n____ ain't crackin no jokes
            Smackin up your folks
            Cause a n____ 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, n____s screamin, "I'm so poor"
            Hit records, bangin videos but I'm so poor
            Yo, can I hold somethin? I'm f___ed 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
            f___ you pa, Pope John, call him the Third
            Follow the god, b____es 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 w____, 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 b____
            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
            n____s 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 n____s 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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