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The Chosen Few (Live For This)

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[ VERSE 1: Starang Wondah ]Hey yo, I remember Paula, a female ballerWe hit down south, I would call herShe was lonely, strippin, had a job at the ShoneysThe only one who showed me the real from the phoneysStayed hangin out with her best friend TonyEyes stayed red with a head full of ponyAlways jokin sayin she wish she could clone meActin all friendly, I hooked her up with Henny[ VERSE 2: Louieville ]Then she told me for me and Foul to come OTYou know me, baby girl, show me the moneyDoin 90 down 95 SouthIf we don`t move it out, then the town`ll have a droughtPushin, pedal to the metalOnce we get there the worries`ll get settledChillin, fallin back for the week withMoney that counts and shorty bop`s a freakToast to the dogs in the warThe one`s who`ve been there, through rich and the poorThis bitch gotta twist up and hitAiin`t that some shit, I gotta ask, ain`t that a bitchBut a nigga gotta keep the shit rollinKeep the shit potent, Hennyville stay smokinAnd a nigga ain`t crackin no jokesSmackin up your folksCause a nigga know broke[ VERSE 3: Sean Price ]Hey yo, I rhyme all day, I rhyme all nightI got to sleep, wake up, and rhyme some moreStarvin like Marvin, niggas screamin, "I`m so poor"Hit records, bangin videos but I`m so poorYo, can I hold somethin? I`m fucked up, dukeYou can tell by my jeans and my scuffed up bootsIn the meantime, smoke a Newport down to the green lineLeave mine alone in the zone tryin to feed mineKnow y`all hope Sean fall with the wordsFuck you pa, Pope John, call him the ThirdFollow the god, bitches wanna swallow the godHit my man off worse than you can polish the god[ Tek ]I told you to walk with meYou wanna lose your money, gamble with meBut if you all about your paper, hustle with meThen come onCome onListenListen[ VERSE 4: Tek ]All I need is one night, one whore, one million dollar scoreTell God to look out for one moreMatter of fact maybe more than oneSo I can kick my feet up and sit down my gunJust gimme one line, one role, complete with one lickAnd one motion, collect it all from 1-6This a painting of the barrio I`m givin to youReadin a lifestyle a Harry-O see in his viewsI`m tatted, only God can judge me, I know that I`m uglyWho`s my enemies and who don`t love me?My young`uns and my family all know that they couldCall the crib, same number, same hood, it all good[ VERSE 5: Buckshot ]I say it now like I said it back thenBucktown`s the state of mind that I`m trapped inSo I walk with the mind of manyMy mind is designed to put rhymes in lines combined with semisSpray any, plus I got the brain of a soldierMy son started but I stay till it`s overWe click-click-click, it`s Hamburger HillAnd saving Private Ryan out this bitchI`m tryin to chill but we dyin quickSo my tactic to survive is a practiceKillin gus with my eyes, so how real am I?And even if I`m finna fly I don`t look the partCause in my hood we seperate the ballers and the crooks apart[ VERSE 6: Steele ]Ghetto livin, parallel to prisonsCursed soul, from hell I`ve risenWe rebel from the system, Bloomberg cuttin millions from childrenSo we resort to the streets, I walk with my peepsOG`s responsible for my speechCo-D`s make me comfortable enough to preachTony Montana was deep, we all follow the scriptRecipe to turn powder to bricksDevour the script, the game the same, the players changeHomie, you gotta maintain if you wanna remainLet God give guidance, may the hood provide usWith the necessities to get by thisNiggas fallin victim to miragesWe rep the hardest but the sweat gon` drip regardlessBehind enemy lines we charginThe traget: gettin at all you niggas in the marketGot trees, spark it, got B`s, then park itBucktown, where all the d`s like to hawk usWalk what you talk and gotta stay focusedBeware of this rap industry and the hocus pocusMany are called, few are chosenI choose to die for a cause and ride with my soldiersMany are called, few are chosenI choose to die for a cause and ride with my soldiers[ all ]We live for this, we die for thisSince some for die for this, we ride for this

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