The Chosen Few
Boot Camp Clik Lyrics


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[ 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 want to swallow the god
Hit my man off worse than you can polish the god

[ Tek ]
I told you to walk with me
You want to 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 separate 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 want to 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 be '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

Overall Meaning

The first verse of Boot Camp Clik's The Chosen Few tells the story of Starang Wondah meeting a woman named Paula while down south. She was a stripper and worked at Shoneys, and became the only one who showed him the real from the phonies. He hung out with her best friend Tony, and always joked that she wished she could clone him. He hooked her up with Henny, and when she told him and Foul to come OT, they traveled down 95 South doing 90mph. Once they got there, they spent a week with money and a woman that counts. They toast to the dogs in the war, those who have been there through rich and poor. Starang Wondah ends the verse asking if being with her wasn't some sh\*t.


The second verse, portrayed by Louieville, speaks to a continuation of their time in OT with Paula. They drank and smoked Hennessy, and Louieville needed to keep it smoke potent as he smacks people up. He talks about being so broke that he is begging for money often, but has hit records and banging music videos. Additionally, he explains that he knows y'all hope he falls with his words, but he retaliates by calling him the third Pope John.


The third verse switches to Sean Price's perspective. Sean Price rhymes all day and all night. He wakes up and goes to bed rhyming. He's also broke despite being successful. He states that he only wants someone to give him a little bit of money. He wears scuffed up boots and has holes in his jeans. He smokes a Newport down to the green line while trying to feed himself.


The fourth verse, by Tek, speaks on his desire to get one million dollars, one role, and one lick. He also gives a painting of the barrio layout or neighborhood structure. Tek is tatted and believes that only God can judge him. He is aware of people who don't love him, but his family and kids still do. Tek believes that the recipe to turning powder to bricks is well-known to Tony Montana and is widely followed.


Buckshot's verse has him still "trapped in Bucktown's state of mind." His mind is designed to put rhymes in lines combined with semis. He states that he has the brain of a soldier and his son started the practice. Buckshot fights for Hamburger Hill because he is following the script that Tony Montana created. He knows that the game is the same, but the players change, so you have to maintain to remain.


Finally, Steele speaks to ghetto living and how it is parallel to being in prison. The soul is cursed, and Bloomberg cuts millions from the children. Many in the hood speak with Steele's style because of his OGs' and Co-Ds' influence. Steele follows the recipe of turning powder to bricks, and his approach to life is that you must maintain to remain. He is behind enemy lines when charging the game, so his focus is getting at all the people in the market. He warns people to be aware of the rap industry and the hocus pocus that comes with it. Steele chooses to die for a cause and ride with his soldiers.




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If it wasn't for Wu-Tang, i'd say BCC is the best hip-hop group to ever come out. For me, Wu-Tang take the crown by a tiny tiny fraction!!!

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I agree

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