Beat Butcha - Chosen Few lyrics

[Hook] I've got to live life to the fullest Put it all in the hands of the knife and these bullets They ain't got the pullers, got the prey, got the push I drink til I hurl, got the haze, got the kush It's just me against the world When I get to where I'm going I'ma show ‘em where I'm from I am who the world gave me I'ma get this money son (yeah) Chosen few I feel like I'm one that's all or none More than every n***a born in the slum [Verse 1 - Lloyd Banks] You know d**h's around The corner but you still go Life is a kick in the a** With a steel toe, when you chasing that real dough And I'm down to get mine wherever wheels go Wings on the ones I love but the finner things so With all that being said I let it ring whole Chill through the winter , spend summer for a screen slow Check out my ring gold ,jamaican terminology Follow me,then swallow me ,it's no apology That's a part of me,probably why they honour me I gotta be, top lottery ,high commodity Although it's like a job to me It's highway robbery Ride with me,where to? To the top, obviously I lost my pops in October, it made me colder No longer able to stand shoulder to shoulder You know where you're sober No rewind, no control ,no degree,no diploma Just the heart of a soldier [Hook] [Verse 2 - Jadakiss] They ain't given to me so I took it chopped bad and cooked it Then take it for granted never overlooked it Now the bullsh** came in,and went out of the other ear Coming from the hood, lucky to see another year Dip another bodybag up, shed another tear When I'm all willin' then we gone up the upper tear It ain't nothing like opening the frigde, and it ain't nothing there Everybody talking at the same time, nothing clear Yeah,what's a father supposed to tell his kids When the revolver become their relatives And they goin' harder than they ever did We all die but do we ever live [Hook] [Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks] Sound same as all automatic ,cowards at it again Tackle my chin at me or my kin,thought I was limb Brought up my kid to Devil's stadium Red rights if you play with him But this gift, I'm flaming them lost and they half demon I sun up with my shady style Young and dumb to weavy ride Chaos every day we see, cripple own the way we lie You know I'm one hundred you ever gave me five Son got about this, still griefing the way he died I rather take an army with me ‘Til then I'm living, f**ing b**hes,poppin' down and p**y You piss me off and they picking I'm way to hard to listen I'm way to red, I put my future on my dark history [Hook] [Outro - Jadakiss] Yeah, real n***as sh** Smoke out to it Zone out to it (?) Live life to the fullest, n***as For those not here For those still here G-Unit, D-Block My n***a Banks, y'all ready Let's get it