Two Words

[Chorus: Kanye West]

We're in the streets, player, get your mail

It's only two places you end up: either dead or in jail

Still nowhere to go (Nowhere to go, nowhere to go)

Still nowhere to go (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)

Still nowhere to go (Nowhere to go)

[Verse 1: Mos Def]

(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: B-K, N-Y, Bed-Stuy

Too 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, gun 'pon cock

We won't stop—everybody, move

[Chorus: Kanye West & Harlem Boys Choir]

Now, throw your hands up (Throw your hands up high), hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes

Everybody, fuck that

Still nowhere to go (Nowhere to go)

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) (Yo, excuse me, dawg)

Still nowhere to go (Nowhere to go) (I apologize for the Westside, we finna get it jukin')

[Verse 2: Kanye West]

(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

'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

[Chorus: Kanye West & Harlem Boys Choir]

Now, throw your hands up (Til' they reach the sky), hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes

Everybody, fuck that

Still nowhere to go (Nowhere to go)

Still nowhere to go (Nowhere to go)

[Verse 3: Freeway]

Two words: Freeway; two letters: A-R

Turn y'all rap niggas to 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," ugh

Two words: Freeway, slightly retarded

Fuck around, throw a clip in your artist. Leave with his broad

[Outro: Mos Def & Harlem Boys Choir]

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 (Throw your hands up)

Mos Def, K. West (Throw your hands up)

Ghetto people, get this shit off your chest (Throw your hands up)

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)

(High) And show it to 'em like