Chosen 1
Hit-Boy
We gon' slide, we gon' drop a hundred shots on him
We got chops, give a fuck if he got Glock on him (Boom boom)
Wintertime on Melrose, drop the top on him (Skrrt, skrrt)
He think he under, he don't know we got the drop on him
All through the sucka's 'jects
We gon' slide through (We gon' slide through)
All these bands on me, bitch, I'll buy you
Ain't guaranteed up in these streets, shit, I might lose
A whole lotta gang shit, mob ties too
If Hit-Boy up on the beat, you know it's a banger
On the strip blowin' strips up and down Vegas
Hop out the cab in a foreign
We don't ride basic (Skrrt, skrrt)
And you know you getting money when your niggas hating
That's just some shit you gotta deal with (Gotta deal with)
See a sucka OT and we gon' still trip
A couple bands on your head, hit that killswitch
And with my niggas, I'ma touch my first mil' with
I ain't arguin' with suckas, I ain't playin' games
I'm droppin' niggas on their head, I ain't droppin' names
I just dropped a new whip, you still ain't dropped a chain
VVS' rock inside, we is not the same
Bustdown 'em on my wrist, I don't rock Plain Jane
Wonder if shit'd be the same if that guap ain't came
I guess it's some shit you will never know
These streets got a hold on me and they ain't letting go
Couple people ain't gon' be here when the time come
Everybody amen when it's said and done
And I ain't runnin' from no nigga 'cause I keep a gun
My mama always told me I'm the chosen one
Now I gotta run it up
Got everything I want, it ain't enough
What you do when times get tough?
Throughout all of the pain, I never give up
Still ridin' with that 30 stick tucked
Catch a nigga with no tints and beat that whip up
You can't talk about no body 'til you get one
I remember I was down, but I done been up
Couple people ain't gon' be here when the time come
Everybody amen when it's said and done
And I ain't runnin' from no nigga 'cause I keep a gun
My mama always told me I'm the chosen one
Now I gotta run it up
Got everything I want, it ain't enough
What you do when times get tough?
Throughout all of the pain, I never give up
We gon' slide, we gon' drop a hundred shots on him
We got chops, give a fuck if he got Glock on him (Boom boom)
Wintertime on Melrose, drop the top on him (Skrrt, skrrt)
He think he under, he don't know we got the drop on him
All through the sucka's 'jects
We gon' slide through (We gon' slide through)
All these bands on me, bitch, I'll buy you
Ain't guaranteed up in these streets, shit, I might lose
A whole lotta gang shit, mob ties too
If Hit-Boy up on the beat, you know it's a banger
On the strip blowin' strips up and down Vegas
Hop out the cab in a foreign
We don't ride basic (Skrrt, skrrt)
And you know you getting money when your niggas hating
That's just some shit you gotta deal with (Gotta deal with)
See a sucka OT and we gon' still trip
A couple bands on your head, hit that killswitch
And with my niggas, I'ma touch my first mil' with
I ain't arguin' with suckas, I ain't playin' games
I'm droppin' niggas on their head, I ain't droppin' names
I just dropped a new whip, you still ain't dropped a chain
VVS' rock inside, we is not the same
Bustdown 'em on my wrist, I don't rock Plain Jane
Wonder if shit'd be the same if that guap ain't came
I guess it's some shit you will never know
These streets got a hold on me and they ain't letting go
Couple people ain't gon' be here when the time come
Everybody amen when it's said and done
And I ain't runnin' from no nigga 'cause I keep a gun
My mama always told me I'm the chosen one
Now I gotta run it up
Got everything I want, it ain't enough
What you do when times get tough?
Throughout all of the pain, I never give up
Still ridin' with that 30 stick tucked
Catch a nigga with no tints and beat that whip up
You can't talk about no body 'til you get one
I remember I was down, but I done been up
Couple people ain't gon' be here when the time come
Everybody amen when it's said and done
And I ain't runnin' from no nigga 'cause I keep a gun
My mama always told me I'm the chosen one
Now I gotta run it up
Got everything I want, it ain't enough
What you do when times get tough?
Throughout all of the pain, I never give up
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Writer(s): Chauncey A. Hollis, Juwon Lee, Jabbar Kingston Brown Jr.
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