Two 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

Hustlers, bustas, boostas, hoes

Everybody fuck that

Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go

Listen, 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 hard, 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

Hustlers, bustas, boostas, hoes

Everybody fuck that

Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go

And keep ya hands up

Hustlers, bustas, boostas, hoes

Everybody fuck that

Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go

Aye yo, two words, Chi town, South side, world wide

'Cause 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

'Cause on Judgment Day you gon' blame me

Look God, it's the same me

And I basically know now, we get racially profiled

Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and hoe down

Plus I got a whole city to hold down

From the bottom so the top's the only place to go now

Now throw ya hands up

Hustlers, bustas, boostas, hoes

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 Segal

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 fend 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

Red, white

Blue, black

Calm down

Move back

Motherfuckers askin'

Who is that?

You know it's the

Almighty, mighty Blackjack

Mos Def

K West

There go people

Get this shit off ya chest

North to the south

To the east, to the west

Blackjack, Johnson

It's no contest

An' show it to 'em like