[Kanye West]
We in the streets playa, getcha mail
It's only two places you'll end up - either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go...still nowhere to go
Now throw ya hands up hustlers, bustas, boostas, hoes
Everybody, fuck that
Still nowhere to go...still nowhere to go..
[Mos Def]
Two words, United States, no love, no brakes
Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, black folks
Big Macs, fat folks, ecstasy capsules
Presidential scandals, everybody MOVE!
Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this
Game ball, lock shit, dump off, cock shit
We won't stop shit, everybody MOVE
Two words, BK , NY, bedstuy
Two hard, too hungry, too many, that's why
These streets know game, can't ball, don't play
Heavy traffic, one lane, everybody MOVE
Two words, Mos Def, black jack, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this
Game point lock, long pump cocked
We won't stop, everybody MOVE
[Chorus: Kanye West (Harlem Boys Choir)]
[1] - Now throw ya hands up hustlers, bustas (Throw your hands up high)
Boostas, hoes, everybody, fuck that (ohhhhhh)
Still nowhere to go...still nowhere to go... (ohhhhhh)
[2] - and keep ya hands up hustlers, bustas (Till they reach the sky)
Boostas, hoes, everybody, fuck that (ohhhhhh)
Still nowhere to go...still nowhere to go... (ohhhhhh)
[Kanye West (Harlem Boys Choir)]
Aiyyo, two words, Chi town, South side, world wide
Cuz I, rep that, till I, fuckin die
One neck, two chains, one waist, two gats
One wall, twenty plaques, dudes say, "Gimme that"
I am limelight, Blueprint, 5 Mikes
Go get his rhyme like, shoulda been signed twice
Most imitated, Grammy nominated
Hotel accommodated, cheerleader, prom dated
Barbershop, playa hated, mom and pop, bootlegged it
Felt like it rained till the roof caved in
Two words, Chi town, raised me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screamin, Jesus save me
You know how the game be
I can't let em change me
Cuz on Judgment Day, you gon blame me
Look God, it's the same me
I (Throw) basically know now (Your) we get (Up) racially profiled (High)
Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and hoe down (ohhhhhh)
Plus I got a whole city to hold down (ohhhhhh)
From the bottom so the top's
the only place to go now
[Chorus 2nd verse]
[Freeway]
Two words, Freeway, two letters, A-R
Turn y'all rap niggaz into two words, fast runners
Like Jackie Joyner, you better sleep with your burner
The heat skeet, blow a reef through ya car
My God, two words, no guns, break arms
Break necks, break backs, Steven Segul
Free...young boss, fresh men of the Roc
Left the beef in the pot Jay sent for his dogs
and broads, forget ya squad, let em fend for yourself
Have you screamin out four words "Send for the Law"
Two words, Freeway's slightly retarded
Fuck around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave with his broad..
[Harlem Boys Choir (Mos Def)]
Throw... (red) Your... (white)
Hands... (blue) Up... (black)
Throw... (calm) Your... (down)
Hands... (move) Up... (back)
Throw... (motherfuckers) Your... (askin)
Hands... (who is) Up... (that)
Throw... (you know) Your... (it's the)
Hands... (almighty) Up... (Mighty Blackjack)
Throw... (Mos) Your... (Def)
Hands... (K) Up... (West)
Throw... (there go) Your... (people)
Hands... (get this) Up... (shit off ya chest)
Throw... (north) Your... (to the south)
Hands... (to the east) Up... (to the west)
Throw... (Blackjack) Your... (Johnson)
Hands... (it's no) Up... (contest)
HIGH! (an show it to em like)
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