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Kanye West( Kanye Omari West )
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2 Words (Featuring Mos Def, Freeway, & Harlem Boys Choir)
Lyricist:Leslie Pridgen, Dante Smith, Kanye West, Carlos Delano Wilson, Louis B Wilson, Ricardo Wilson
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, 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, fuck that Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go
And keep ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes (Till they reach the sky) Everybody, fuck that Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go
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' Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
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, 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 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 Fuck 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 (Motherfuckers askin', ‽who is that?â€) 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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