The Chosen Few

Lyrics

[Intro] You know, many a come but only a few will be chosen Team Invasion [Verse 1] Yo, Special, you ready? You know I'm ready It's 'bout to get over-deadly over this cheddy shit— (Out on bail) *DJ scratches* [Verse 1] Yo, Special, you ready? You know I'm ready It's 'bout to get over-deadly over this cheddy shit Damn— *DJ scratches* [Verse 1] Special, you ready? You know I'm ready It's 'bout to get over-deadly over this cheddy shit Damn, these toasters heavy It's so big I can't hold it steady I hope his soldiers ready, toast in my Pelle, close to my— *DJ scratches* [Verse 1] Special, you ready? You know I'm ready It's 'bout to get over-deadly over this cheddy shit Damn, these toasters heavy It's so big I can't hold it steady I hope his soldiers ready, toast in my Pelle, close to my belly They know I'm rollin' heavy, fuck a older Chevy Tense prese', ridin' in somethin' foreign on 24 Pirellis (38 Special) I'm aimin' for his throat severely, caskets is open rarely No joke, I mean it most sincerely I speak softly, you got to come close to hear me Ya hear me? Click-clack, the toast is near me Nigga, ya heard that? (Heard that) When I'm talkin' don't say a work back (Word back) Motherfucka, now where them birds at? (Where them birds at?) Oh, they downstairs? Well, let's take a walk But first click-clack bang, I told you not to talk (Not to talk) New York state of mind, New York state grind Fuck it, whole up north New York state is mine, nigga [Chorus: 38 Spesh & DJ Green Lantern] TCF, get money and bust guns (Right) TCF, get money and bust guns (Let's go) TCF, get money and bust guns (TCF, nigga) TCF, get money and bust guns (Let's go) Shout to the whole TCF All my niggas gettin' by in the gutter (What's that?) Trust Comes First, huh? Keep your gun with ya, get money or suffer (Woo) TCF, get money and bust guns (Hah) 38 Special TCF, get money and bust guns, let's go Five shot clip, nigga [Verse 2] That's why I go to sleep with the hammer by my bed Wake up, same gun, demandin' all my bread Same gun got a nigga jammed up with the feds Fuck that time, I could do it standing on my head, uh Bandanna over the cannon, is you scared? [?] until the news cameras appear Until a nigga family and his mans in tears Coroner, ambulance is there, yeah Arm & Hammer man is here Baking soda plans expanded my career I had plans to land in a damn leer With Fox' Brown, not ill, none of 'em Pam Greer If you're gettin' money why should that man care? If he not a damn queer why should that man stare? Probably 'cause he only make twenty grand a year I swear, I spend like twenty grand on gear, yeah [Chorus] TCF, get money and bust guns (Right) TCF, get money and bust guns (Let's go) TCF, get money and bust guns (TCF, nigga) TCF, get money and bust guns, let's go (Let's go) All my niggas gettin' by in the gutter (What's that?) Keep your gun with ya, get money or suffer (Woo) TCF, get money and bust guns (Right) TCF, get money and bust guns