[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)