the chosen few
Bootcamp 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 song "The Chosen Few" by Bootcamp Clik is a highly emotional narrative. The six verses, each delivered with a unique style, showcase the artists’ personal experiences and help to paint a picture of the harsh realities they’ve faced. The song bounces around multiple themes, such as struggles in the streets, ghetto living, and the camaraderie of the Bootcamp crew. Starang Wondah’s verse describes a woman from down south who helped him differentiate between real and fake people. Louieville’s verse tells about a trip with a woman who turns out to be a drug dealer whom he and his partner fall in with. Sean Price’s verse uses clever wordplay to describe his experiences of poverty and asking for money. Tek’s verse takes the tempo down, building up the pressure and intensity before delivering an anthemic line, "All I need is one night, one whore, one million dollar score."


The lyrics increase in intensity and urgency as they build up to the climax, as Buckshot and Steele’s verses capture the raw essence of the song, speaking to the frustrations, anger, and hope running throughout. The verse concludes by questioning whether the sacrifices they make as artists are worth it. The Chosen Few is a thought-provoking and powerful examination of the state of affairs both in the ghettos and the hip-hop community.


Line by Line Meaning

Hey yo, I remember Paula, a female baller
I have fond memories of Paula, a woman who was successful and talented in her own right.


We hit down south, I would call her
We traveled to the southern region of the country and I would contact her.


She was lonely, strippin, had a job at the Shoneys
She felt isolated and worked as a stripper at Shoney's restaurant.


The only one who showed me the real from the phoneys
She was the only person who displayed authenticity and honesty among the fakes.


Stayed hangin out with her best friend Tony
She often spent time with her close companion named Tony.


Eyes stayed red with a head full of pony
Her eyes were consistently bloodshot from indulging in drugs, with her hair styled in ponytails.


Always jokin, sayin she wish she could clone me
She would frequently joke about wanting to duplicate me.


Actin all friendly, I hooked her up with Henny
She portrayed a friendly demeanor, so I introduced her to the alcoholic beverage Hennessy.


Then she told me for me and Foul to come OT
Later, she informed me and Foul (likely another person or group) to come out of town.


You know me, baby girl, show me the money
You are aware of my nature, baby girl, which revolves around the pursuit of wealth.


Doin 90 down 95 South
We were driving at a fast speed, around 90 miles per hour, along the southern part of Interstate 95.


If we don't move it out, then the town'll have a drought
If we don't distribute the goods, the town will experience a scarcity of resources.


Pushin, pedal to the metal
We were pushing the gas pedal to its limits.


Once we get there the worries'll get settled
Once we arrive at our destination, the concerns will be resolved.


Chillin, fallin back for the week with
We relaxed and took a break for the entire week with someone or some people.


Money that counts and shorty bop's a freak
We had a significant amount of money, and the girl we were with was sexually adventurous.


Toast to the dogs in the war
Let's raise a glass in honor of the courageous individuals fighting in the war.


The one's who've been there, through rich and the poor
Those who have supported me through both times of wealth and poverty.


This bitch gotta twist up and hit
This woman needs to roll and smoke a joint.


Aiin't that some shit, I gotta ask, ain't that a bitch
Isn't that unfortunate or surprising? I have to question if it is.


But a nigga gotta keep the shit rollin
However, I must continue to keep things moving forward.


Keep the shit potent, Hennyville stay smokin
Maintain the strength of our products, as our community known as Hennyville remains heavily involved with smoking.


And a nigga ain't crackin no jokes
I am not joking around or making light of any situation.


Smackin up your folks
I will physically assault your acquaintances.


Cause a nigga know broke
Because I am familiar with being financially destitute.


Hey yo, I rhyme all day, I rhyme all night
I spend my days and nights rapping and creating music.


I got to sleep, wake up, and rhyme some more
Even when I sleep, I dream about rhyming and wake up to continue doing so.


Starvin like Marvin, niggas screamin, 'I'm so poor'
I am experiencing extreme hunger and desperation, while others express their own impoverished conditions.


Hit records, bangin videos but I'm so poor
Despite having successful music releases and popular music videos, I still struggle with poverty.


Yo, can I hold somethin? I'm fucked up, duke
Can I borrow some money? I am in a difficult situation, my friend.


You can tell by my jeans and my scuffed up boots
You can easily notice the poor condition of my jeans and worn-out boots.


In the meantime, smoke a Newport down to the green line
In the meantime, I will smoke a Newport cigarette until the filter line turns green.


Leave mine alone in the zone tryin to feed mine
Leave me alone to focus on my own personal goals and providing for my loved ones.


Know y'all hope Sean fall with the words
I am aware that many people wish for my failure in the rap industry.


Fuck you pa, Pope John, call him the Third
I have no respect for you, father. I disrespectfully refer to the Pope as Pope John the Third.


Follow the god, bitches want to swallow the god
Admire and idolize me, as women are eager to engage in sexual acts with me.


Hit my man off worse than you can polish the god
My friend experienced a negative outcome worse than you can imagine.


I told you to walk with me
I advised you to accompany me.


You want to lose your money, gamble with me
If you're willing to risk losing your money, you can gamble with me.


But if you all about your paper, hustle with me
But if you are solely focused on making money, then join me in my hustling endeavors.


All I need is one night, one whore, one million dollar score
I only require one night, one promiscuous woman, and a significant financial success.


Tell God to look out for one more
Ask God to watch over and protect me.


Matter of fact maybe more than one
Actually, I might need more than one favor or blessing.


So I can kick my feet up and sit down my gun
I can relax and lower my guard, no longer needing to keep my weapon at the ready.


Just gimme one line, one role, complete with one lick
Just provide me with one line in a script, one acting opportunity, and one successful theft or scheme.


And one motion, collect it all from 1-6
And with one swift action, gather all the resources or wealth from various sources.


This a painting of the barrio I'm givin to you
I am presenting to you a representation or depiction of the neighborhood I am from.


Readin a lifestyle a Harry-O see in his views
It is a narrative capturing the way Harry-O, a notorious figure, perceives and experiences life.


I'm tatted, only God can judge me, I know that I'm ugly
I have tattoos and only God can pass judgement on me; I am aware that I am not conventionally attractive.


Who's my enemies and who don't love me?
I am uncertain about who my enemies are and who genuinely cares for me.


My young'uns and my family all know that they could
The young people that I mentor and my family are all aware that they can rely on me.


Call the crib, same number, same hood, it all good
They can reach me at my home, using the same phone number, in the same neighborhood; everything is fine.


I say it now like I said it back then
I am expressing my thoughts and opinions now, just as I did in the past.


Bucktown's the state of mind that I'm trapped in
Bucktown, the neighborhood I am from, represents the mindset and perspective that I am confined to.


So I walk with the mind of many
I navigate life with the collective thoughts and experiences of others.


My mind is designed to put rhymes in lines combined with semis
My mind is naturally inclined to create rhymes and combine them with impactful and forceful statements.


Spray any, plus I got the brain of a soldier
I can shoot and attack anyone without hesitation, as I possess the mentality of a soldier.


My son started but I stay till it's over
My son (likely referring to a younger rapper or protege) has embarked on his own journey, but I will remain until the end.


We click-click-click, it's Hamburger Hill
We repeatedly shoot our firearms, resembling the intense and deadly conflict known as the Battle of Hamburger Hill.


And saving Private Ryan out this bitch
We are coming to the rescue, just like the mission to save Private Ryan in the film.


I'm tryin to chill but we dyin quick
I am attempting to relax and calm down, but our situation is deteriorating rapidly.


So my tactic to survive is a practice
My strategy for survival is a skill or method that I repeatedly practice.


Killin gus with my eyes, so how real am I?
I intimidate and threaten individuals merely with my gaze, demonstrating how truly dangerous I am.


And even if I'm finna fly I don't look the part
Despite being on the verge of success, I do not have the appearance or demeanor associated with it.


Cause in my hood we separate the ballers and the crooks apart
In my neighborhood, the residents distinguish between those who are successful and law-abiding, and those who engage in illegal activities.


Ghetto livin, parallel to prisons
The experience of living in the ghetto is closely connected to being confined in prison.


Cursed soul, from hell I've risen
My soul is plagued by a curse, but I have managed to rise above it.


We rebel from the system, Bloomberg cuttin millions from children
We resist and defy the system, as Michael Bloomberg (a prominent figure) is reducing funding for children.


So we resort to the streets, I walk with my peeps
As a result, we turn to the streets for assistance, and I navigate life alongside my friends and companions.


OG's responsible for my speech
The older, more experienced individuals have influenced my manner of speaking.


Co-D's make me comfortable enough to preach
My close associates make me feel at ease, allowing me to express my beliefs or preach.


Tony Montana was deep, we all follow the script
Tony Montana (character from the film Scarface) had profound insights, and we all adhere to a similar set of principles.


Recipe to turn powder to bricks
We possess the knowledge and method to transform powdered substances into solid blocks.


Devour the script, the game the same, the players change
We embrace and fully understand the game, despite the fact that individuals involved may change over time.


Homie, you gotta maintain if you want to remain
Friend, you must exemplify resilience and stability if you wish to endure.


Let God give guidance, may the hood provide us
We should seek guidance from a higher power, while also relying on our community for support.


With the necessities to get by this
To survive and overcome our circumstances, we need the essential resources.


Niggas fallin victim to mirages
Individuals are being deceived or misled by illusions.


We rep the hardest but the sweat gon' drip regardless
We represent the most resilient and tough individuals, but we will still sweat and exert ourselves no matter what.


Behind enemy lines we chargin
We are fearlessly advancing into dangerous territory.


The traget: gettin at all you niggas in the market
Our objective is to confront and defeat all of our competitors in the music industry.


Got trees, spark it, got be's, then park it
We have marijuana to smoke, and expensive luxury automobiles to enjoy and display.


Bucktown, where all the d's like to hawk us
In Bucktown, the police constantly surveil and target us.


Walk what you talk and gotta stay focused
You must back up your words with actions and remain concentrated on your goals.


Beware of this rap industry and the hocus pocus
Be cautious of the tricks and deception within the rap industry.


Many are called, few are chosen
Numerous individuals are given the opportunity, but only a select few are truly destined for success.


I choose to die for a cause and ride with my soldiers
I willingly sacrifice my life for a purpose and support my fellow soldiers on this journey.


We live for this, we die for this
We are deeply dedicated to and passionate about this lifestyle and career. We are willing to give our lives for it.


Since some for die for this, we ride for this
Because some have lost their lives for this, we continue to stand firm and support this cause.




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1. (00:00) - Yo Boot Camp! (Intro)
2. (01:20) - And So
3. (05:11) - Let's Get Down 2 Bizness
4. (09:31) - Let's Roll
5. (14:22) - Welcome to Bucktown USA
6. (19:47) - That's Tough (Little Bit)
7. (24:29) - Yeah What Eva (Skit)
8. (25:45) - Had It Up 2 Here
9. (30:28) - Whoop His Ass
10. (34:33) - Daddy Wanna
11. (39:49) - Ice Skate
12. (44:30) - Just Us
13. (49:54) - Think Back
14. (54:29) - The Chosen Few (Live for This)
15. (59:38) - Word's From Tek (Outro)



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RaeRae Jeru

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!!!

Dray Hudson

Word

Nevob Millz

I agree

DUCK DOWN 4 LIFE

Wu Tang got some rappers...but Boot Camp got some rhymers.....
Duck Down 4 LIFE...R.I.P. Sean Price!!!!

Frankie Miller

Factz

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Wu Tang and Boot Camp 4 da crown!

RaeRae Jeru

' And So ' is one of my favorite BCC tracks ever!

john douglas

I know that was one of my favorites when It came out still is.

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One of the best rap albums of the early 2000s no question real rap....

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