(Two words by Kanye West ft Mos Def)
♪ We in the streets, playa, get your mail ♪
♪ It's only two places you end up, either dead or in jail ♪
♪ Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go) ♪
♪ Now throw your hands up ♪
♪ Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes ♪
♪ Everybody, fuck that ♪
♪ Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go) ♪
♪ Listen, two words, United States, no love, no breaks ♪
♪ 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 'pon lock shit, gun 'pon cock shit ♪
♪ We won't stop shit, everybody move ♪
♪ Two words, BK, NY, Bed-Stuy ♪
♪ Two harsh, 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 'pon lock shit, gun 'pon cock shit ♪
♪ We won't stop, everybody move ♪
♪ Now throw your hands up (throw your hands up) ♪
♪ Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes ♪
♪ Everybody, fuck that ♪
♪ Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go) ♪
♪ And keep your hands up ('til they reach the sky) ♪
♪ Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes ♪
♪ Everybody, fuck that ♪
♪ Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go) ♪
♪ Ayo, two words, Chi-Town, Southside, worldwide ♪
♪ 'Cause I rep that 'til I fuckin' die ♪
♪ One neck, two chains, one waist, two gats ♪
♪ One wall, twenty plaques, dues paid, gimme that ♪
♪ I am limelight, Blueprint, five Mics ♪
♪ Go-Getters rhyme like, should've been signed twice ♪
♪ Most imitated, GRAMMY nominated ♪
♪ Hotel accommodated, cheerleader, prom-dated ♪
♪ Barbershop player-hated, mom and pop bootlegged it ♪
♪ Felt like it rained 'til the roof caved in ♪
♪ Two words, Chi-Town, raised me, crazy ♪
♪ So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me" ♪
♪ Screaming, "Jesus, save me" ♪
♪ You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me ♪
♪ 'Cause on Judgment Day, you gon' blame me ♪
♪ Look, God, it's the same me ♪
♪ And I basically know now, ♪
♪ we get racially profiled (throw your hands up high) ♪
♪ Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and ho'd down ♪
♪ Plus, I got a whole city to hold down ♪
♪ From the bottom, so the top's the only place to go now ♪
♪ Now throw your hands up (throw your hands up high) ♪
♪ Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes ♪
♪ Everybody, fuck that ♪
♪ Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go) ♪
♪ Two words, Freeway, two letters, A-R ♪
♪ Turn y'all rap niggas into two words, fast runners ♪
♪ Like Jackie Joyner, you better sleep with your burner ♪
♪ The heat skeet, blow a reef through your car, my God ♪
♪ Two words, no guns, break arms ♪
♪ Break necks, break backs, Steven Seagal ♪
♪ Free, young boss, freshman of the Roc ♪
♪ With the beef in the pot, Jay sent for his dogs to brawl ♪
♪ Forget your squad, better fend for yourself ♪
♪ Have you screamin' out four words, "Send for the law, " uh ♪
♪ Two words, Freeway, slightly retarded ♪
♪ Fuck around, throw a clip in your artist, ♪
♪ leave with his broad ♪
♪ Red, white blue, black (throw your hands up) ♪
♪ Calm down, move back (throw your hands up) ♪
♪ Motherfuckers askin', "Who is that?" (Throw your hands up) ♪
♪ You know it's the almighty Black Jack ♪
♪ Mos Def, K West (throw your hands up) ♪
♪ Ghetto people, get this shit off your chest ♪
♪ North to the south, to the east, ♪
♪ to the west (throw your hands up) ♪
♪ Black Jack Johnson, it's no contest (throw your hands up) ♪
♪ And show it to 'em like ♪
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