Texty: Kanye West. 2 Words.
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
Bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
Everybody, fuck that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go
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 hawks, 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 check, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this
Game point lock, long pump cocked
We won't stop, everybody move
Now throw ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
(Throw your hands up high)
Everybody, fuck that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go
And keep ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
(Till they reach the sky)
Everybody, fuck that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go
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 Mics
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 basically know now we could racially profile
(Throw your hands up high)
Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and hoe down
Plus I got a whole city to hold down
From the bottom to the top, so only place to go down
And keep ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
(Till they reach the sky)
Everybody, fuck that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go
Two words, Freeway, two letters, A R
Turn y'all rap niggaz into two words, fast runners
Like Jackie Jurner, 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 Seagul
Free young bars, fresh men of the Roc
Left the beef in the pot, Jay sent for his dogs
And broads, forget ya squad, let 'em find for yourself
Have you screamin' out four words 'Send for the Lord'
Two words, Freeway's slightly retarded
Fuck around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave with his broad
Throw your hands up
(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, mighty Johnny Jack)
Throw your hands up
(Mos Def, K West)
Throw your hands up
(There go 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
(We got that concert, it was no contest)
High an' show it to 'em like
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
Bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
Everybody, fuck that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go
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 hawks, 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 check, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this
Game point lock, long pump cocked
We won't stop, everybody move
Now throw ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
(Throw your hands up high)
Everybody, fuck that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go
And keep ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
(Till they reach the sky)
Everybody, fuck that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go
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 Mics
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 basically know now we could racially profile
(Throw your hands up high)
Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and hoe down
Plus I got a whole city to hold down
From the bottom to the top, so only place to go down
And keep ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
(Till they reach the sky)
Everybody, fuck that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go
Two words, Freeway, two letters, A R
Turn y'all rap niggaz into two words, fast runners
Like Jackie Jurner, 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 Seagul
Free young bars, fresh men of the Roc
Left the beef in the pot, Jay sent for his dogs
And broads, forget ya squad, let 'em find for yourself
Have you screamin' out four words 'Send for the Lord'
Two words, Freeway's slightly retarded
Fuck around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave with his broad
Throw your hands up
(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, mighty Johnny Jack)
Throw your hands up
(Mos Def, K West)
Throw your hands up
(There go 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
(We got that concert, it was no contest)
High an' show it to 'em like
Kanye West
Kanye West