Two Words (feat. Mos Def, Freeway & The Boys Choir of Harlem)

We in the streets, player, get ya mail
It's only two places you end up: either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
Now throw ya hands up hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes
Everybody, fuck that
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)

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
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

Now throw ya hands up hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes (throw your hands up high)
Everybody, fuck that
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
And keep ya hands up hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes ('til they reach the sky)
Everybody, fuck that
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)

Ayo, two words, Chi-town, South Side, 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 playa-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"
Screamin', "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 (throw your hands up high)
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

Throw ya hands up hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes ('til they reach the sky)
Everybody, fuck that
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)

Two words, free way, two letters, AR
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 ya 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 ya 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 ya 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 (throw your hands up)
Mos Def, K. West (throw your hands up)
Ghetto people get this shit off ya 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

And show it me here, I-
This is just some two track reference shit
Just to see how it works