Kanye West, Freeway, Mos Def, The Boys Choir Of Harlem - Two Words

[Intro: Kanye West]
We in the streets, playa, get ya mail,
It's only two places you end up either dead or in jail,
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go.
Now throw ya hands up, hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes,
Everybody, fuck that!
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go.

[Verse 1: Mos Def]
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.

[Chorus: Kanye West (Harlem Boys Choir)]
Now throw ya hands up, hustlers,
Busters, boosters, hoes, (Throw your hands up high!)
Everybody, fuck that!
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go.
And keep ya hands up, hustlers,
Busters, boosters, hoes, (Till they reach the sky!)
Everybody, fuck that!
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go.

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Two words, Chi-town, Southside, worldwide,
‘Cause I rep that till 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-&-Pop bootlegged,
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've been racially profiled,
Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and hoed down.
Plus, I got a whole city to hold down,
From the bottom so the top's,
The only place to go now.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Freeway]
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.

[Outro: Mos Def (Harlem Boys Choir)]
Red, white, blue, black, (Throw your hands up!)
Calm down, move back,
Motherfuckers askin', “Who is that?”
You know it's the almighty Black Jack.
Mos Def, K. West,
Ghetto people get this shit off ya chest,
North to the south, to the east, to the west,
Black Jack Johnson, it's no contest,
(High!) And show it to ‘em like.