Two Words - Radio Edit

We in the streets, player, get your mail

It's only two places you end up: either dead or in jail

Still nowhere to go

Still nowhere to go

Now throw your hands up, hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes

Everybody, fu- that!

Still nowhere to go

Still nowhere to go

Two words: United States, no love, no breaks

Low brow, high stakes, - smoke, Black folks

Big Macs, fat folks, ecstasy capsules

Presidential scandals, everybody move

Two words: Mos Def, K. West, hot sh-

Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this

Game 'pon lock sh-, gun 'pon cock sh-

We won't stop sh-; everybody move!

Two words: B-K, N-Y, 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 sh-

Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this

Game 'pon lock, gun 'pon cock

We won't stop; everybody move!

Now throw your hands up (throw your hands up high)

Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes

Everybody, fu- that

Still nowhere to go

Still nowhere to go

And keep your hands up ('til they reach the sky)

Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes

Everybody, fu- that

Still nowhere to go

Still nowhere to go

Two words: Chi-Town, Southside, worldwide

'Cause I rep that 'til I fu-in' die

One neck, two chains, one waist, two ga-

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 player-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: "Fu- 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

And I basically know now, 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

Now throw your hands up (throw your hands up high)

Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes

Everybody, fu- that

Still nowhere to go

Still nowhere to go

Two words: Freeway; two letters: A-R

Turn y'all rap nig- to two words: fast runners

Like Jackie Joyner, you better sleep wit' your burner

The heat skeet, blow a reef through your car, my God

Two words: no gu-, 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 your squad, better 'fend for yourself

Have you screamin' out four words: "Send for the law," ugh

Two words: Freeway, slightly retarded

Fu- around, throw a clip in your artist, leave with his broad

Red, white, blue, black (throw your hands up)

Calm down, move back (throw your hands up)

Motherfu-rs 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 sh- off your 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