Two Words

We in the streets player, get your 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, busters, boosters, hoes Everybody, fuck that Still nowhere to go, sill 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, Bed-Stuy Two hawks, too hungry, too many, that's why These streets know game, can't ball, don't play Every 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! Now throw ya hands up bustless, busters (Throw your hands up high) Boostas, hoes, everybody, fuck that (oh) Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go (oh) And keep ya hands up bustless, busters (Till they reach the sky) Boostas, hoes, everybody, fuck that (oh) Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go (oh) Hey yo, two words, Chi town, South side, world wide Cause I, rep that, till I, fucking 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, should of been signed twice Most imitated, Grammy nominated Hotel accommodated, cheerleader, prom dated Barbershop, player 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" 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 I (Throw) basically know now (Your) we could (Up) racially profile (High) Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and hoe down (oh) Plus I got a whole city to hold down (oh) From the bottom to the top So only place to go down And keep ya hands up bustless, busters (Till they reach the sky) Boostas, hoes, everybody, fuck that (oh) Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go (oh) Two words, Freeway, two letters, A-R Turn y'all rap niggas 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 Segul 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 screaming 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 (red) Your (white) hands (blue) Up (black) Throw (calm) Your (down) hands (move) Up (back) Throw (motherfuckers) your (asking) hands (who is) up (that) Throw (you know) your (it's the) hands (almighty) up (Black Jack) 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 (we got) your (that concert) hands (it was no) up (contest) High! (an show it to 'em like)