The Chosen Few (Live For This)

[ VERSE 1: Starang Wondah ]<br>Hey yo, I remember Paula, a female baller<br>We hit down south, I would call her<br>She was lonely, strippin, had a job at the Shoneys<br>The only one who showed me the real from the phoneys<br>Stayed hangin out with her best friend Tony<br>Eyes stayed red with a head full of pony<br>Always jokin sayin she wish she could clone me<br>Actin all friendly, I hooked her up with Henny<br><br>[ VERSE 2: Louieville ]<br>Then she told me for me and Foul to come OT<br>You know me, baby girl, show me the money<br>Doin 90 down 95 South<br>If we don`t move it out, then the town`ll have a drought<br>Pushin, pedal to the metal<br>Once we get there the worries`ll get settled<br>Chillin, fallin back for the week with<br>Money that counts and shorty bop`s a freak<br>Toast to the dogs in the war<br>The one`s who`ve been there, through rich and the poor<br>This bitch gotta twist up and hit<br>Aiin`t that some shit, I gotta ask, ain`t that a bitch<br>But a nigga gotta keep the shit rollin<br>Keep the shit potent, Hennyville stay smokin<br>And a nigga ain`t crackin no jokes<br>Smackin up your folks<br>Cause a nigga know broke<br><br>[ VERSE 3: Sean Price ]<br>Hey yo, I rhyme all day, I rhyme all night<br>I got to sleep, wake up, and rhyme some more<br>Starvin like Marvin, niggas screamin, "I`m so poor"<br>Hit records, bangin videos but I`m so poor<br>Yo, can I hold somethin? I`m fucked up, duke<br>You can tell by my jeans and my scuffed up boots<br>In the meantime, smoke a Newport down to the green line<br>Leave mine alone in the zone tryin to feed mine<br>Know y`all hope Sean fall with the words<br>Fuck you pa, Pope John, call him the Third<br>Follow the god, bitches wanna swallow the god<br>Hit my man off worse than you can polish the god<br><br>[ Tek ]<br>I told you to walk with me<br>You wanna lose your money, gamble with me<br>But if you all about your paper, hustle with me<br>Then come on<br>Come on<br>Listen<br>Listen<br><br>[ VERSE 4: Tek ]<br>All I need is one night, one whore, one million dollar score<br>Tell God to look out for one more<br>Matter of fact maybe more than one<br>So I can kick my feet up and sit down my gun<br>Just gimme one line, one role, complete with one lick<br>And one motion, collect it all from 1-6<br>This a painting of the barrio I`m givin to you<br>Readin a lifestyle a Harry-O see in his views<br>I`m tatted, only God can judge me, I know that I`m ugly<br>Who`s my enemies and who don`t love me?<br>My young`uns and my family all know that they could<br>Call the crib, same number, same hood, it all good<br><br>[ VERSE 5: Buckshot ]<br>I say it now like I said it back then<br>Bucktown`s the state of mind that I`m trapped in<br>So I walk with the mind of many<br>My mind is designed to put rhymes in lines combined with semis<br>Spray any, plus I got the brain of a soldier<br>My son started but I stay till it`s over<br>We click-click-click, it`s Hamburger Hill<br>And saving Private Ryan out this bitch<br>I`m tryin to chill but we dyin quick<br>So my tactic to survive is a practice<br>Killin gus with my eyes, so how real am I?<br>And even if I`m finna fly I don`t look the part<br>Cause in my hood we seperate the ballers and the crooks apart<br><br>[ VERSE 6: Steele ]<br>Ghetto livin, parallel to prisons<br>Cursed soul, from hell I`ve risen<br>We rebel from the system, Bloomberg cuttin millions from children<br>So we resort to the streets, I walk with my peeps<br>OG`s responsible for my speech<br>Co-D`s make me comfortable enough to preach<br>Tony Montana was deep, we all follow the script<br>Recipe to turn powder to bricks<br>Devour the script, the game the same, the players change<br>Homie, you gotta maintain if you wanna remain<br>Let God give guidance, may the hood provide us<br>With the necessities to get by this<br>Niggas fallin victim to mirages<br>We rep the hardest but the sweat gon` drip regardless<br>Behind enemy lines we chargin<br>The traget: gettin at all you niggas in the market<br>Got trees, spark it, got B`s, then park it<br>Bucktown, where all the d`s like to hawk us<br>Walk what you talk and gotta stay focused<br>Beware of this rap industry and the hocus pocus<br>Many are called, few are chosen<br>I choose to die for a cause and ride with my soldiers<br>Many are called, few are chosen<br>I choose to die for a cause and ride with my soldiers<br><br>[ all ]<br>We live for this, we die for this<br>Since some for die for this, we ride for this