[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)