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[Kanye West]


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, fuck that


Still nowhere to go...sill nowhere to go..





[Mos Def]


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


Every 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





[Chorus: Kanye West (Harlem Boys Choir)]





[1] - Now throw ya hands up bustless, bustas (Throw your hands up high)


Boostas, hoes, everybody, fuck that (ohhhhhh)


Still nowhere to go...still nowhere to go... (ohhhhhh)





[2] - and keep ya hands up bustless, bustas (Till they reach the sky)


Boostas, hoes, everybody, fuck that (ohhhhhh)


Still nowhere to go...still nowhere to go... (ohhhhhh)





[Kanye West (Harlem Boys Choir)]


Aiyyo, two words, Chi town, South side, world wide


Cuz 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


Cuz on Judgment Day, you gon blame me


Look God, it`s the same me


I (Throw) basically know now (Your) we could (Up) racially profile (High)


Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and hoe down (ohhhhhh)


Plus I got a whole city to hold down (ohhhhhh)


From the bottom to the top


So only place to go down





[Chorus 2nd verse]





[Freeway]


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 Segul


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


Fuck around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave with his broad..





[Harlem Boys Choir (Mos Def)]


Throw... (red) Your... (white)


Hands... (blue) Up... (black)





Throw... (calm) Your... (down)


Hands... (move) Up... (back)





Throw... (motherfuckers) Your... (askin)


Hands... (who is) Up... (that)





Throw... (you know) Your... (it`s the)


Hands... (almighty) Up... (Mighty Johnny Jack)





Throw... (Mos) Your... (Def)


Hands... (K) Up... (West)





Throw... (there go) Your... (people)


Hands... (get this) Up... (shit off ya chest)





Throw... (north) Your... (to the south)


Hands... (to the east) Up... (to the west)





Throw... (we got) Your... (that concert)


Hands... (it was no) Up... (contest)





HIGH! (an show it to em like)

[Kanye West]


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, fuck that


Still nowhere to go...sill nowhere to go..





[Mos Def]


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


Every 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





[Chorus: Kanye West (Harlem Boys Choir)]





[1] - Now throw ya hands up bustless, bustas (Throw your hands up high)


Boostas, hoes, everybody, fuck that (ohhhhhh)


Still nowhere to go...still nowhere to go... (ohhhhhh)





[2] - and keep ya hands up bustless, bustas (Till they reach the sky)


Boostas, hoes, everybody, fuck that (ohhhhhh)


Still nowhere to go...still nowhere to go... (ohhhhhh)





[Kanye West (Harlem Boys Choir)]


Aiyyo, two words, Chi town, South side, world wide


Cuz 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


Cuz on Judgment Day, you gon blame me


Look God, it`s the same me


I (Throw) basically know now (Your) we could (Up) racially profile (High)


Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and hoe down (ohhhhhh)


Plus I got a whole city to hold down (ohhhhhh)


From the bottom to the top


So only place to go down





[Chorus 2nd verse]





[Freeway]


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 Segul


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


Fuck around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave with his broad..





[Harlem Boys Choir (Mos Def)]


Throw... (red) Your... (white)


Hands... (blue) Up... (black)





Throw... (calm) Your... (down)


Hands... (move) Up... (back)





Throw... (motherfuckers) Your... (askin)


Hands... (who is) Up... (that)





Throw... (you know) Your... (it`s the)


Hands... (almighty) Up... (Mighty Johnny Jack)





Throw... (Mos) Your... (Def)


Hands... (K) Up... (West)





Throw... (there go) Your... (people)


Hands... (get this) Up... (shit off ya chest)





Throw... (north) Your... (to the south)


Hands... (to the east) Up... (to the west)





Throw... (we got) Your... (that concert)


Hands... (it was no) Up... (contest)





HIGH! (an show it to em like)

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