2 Words Lyrics

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, f**k 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, f**k that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go

And keep ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
(Till they reach the sky)
Everybody, f**k that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go

Aiyyo, two words, Chi town, South side, world wide
'Cuz I rep that, till I f**kin' 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, "f**k 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, f**k 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
f**k 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
(Motherf**kers askin', '€œwho 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

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