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