CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Two Words (9th Wonder Remix)
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, f**k that
Still nowhere to go
Still nowhere to go
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 sh*t
Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this
Game ’pon lock sh*t, gun 'pon c*ck sh*t
We won't stop sh*t, 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 sh*t
Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this
Game 'pon lock, gun 'pon c*ck
We won't stop, everybody move
Now throw ya hands up, hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes
(Throw your hands up high)
Everybody, f**k that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go
And keep ya hands up, hustlers
Busters, boosters, hoes ('Til they reach the sky)
Everybody, f**k that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go
Two words, free way, two letters, AR
Turn y'all rap n***as 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
f**k around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave with his broad
Red, white, blue, black (Throw your hands up)
Calm down, move back
Motherf**kers askin’ "who is that?"
You know it's the almighty Black Jack
Mos Def, K. West
Ghetto people get this sh*t 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
Now throw ya hands up, hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes
(Throw your hands up high) Everybody, f**k that
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, f**k that
Still nowhere to go
Still nowhere to go
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 sh*t
Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this
Game ’pon lock sh*t, gun 'pon c*ck sh*t
We won't stop sh*t, 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 sh*t
Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this
Game 'pon lock, gun 'pon c*ck
We won't stop, everybody move
Now throw ya hands up, hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes
(Throw your hands up high)
Everybody, f**k that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go
And keep ya hands up, hustlers
Busters, boosters, hoes ('Til they reach the sky)
Everybody, f**k that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go
Two words, free way, two letters, AR
Turn y'all rap n***as 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
f**k around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave with his broad
Red, white, blue, black (Throw your hands up)
Calm down, move back
Motherf**kers askin’ "who is that?"
You know it's the almighty Black Jack
Mos Def, K. West
Ghetto people get this sh*t 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
Now throw ya hands up, hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes
(Throw your hands up high) Everybody, f**k that
