[Intro - Kanye West]
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, $#&@ that

Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go

[Verse 1 - Mos Def]

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 %#@!
Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this

Game 'pon lock %#@!, gun 'pon @@#! %#@!
We won't stop %#@!, 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 %#@!
Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this
Game 'pon lock, gun 'pon @@#!

We won't stop, everybody move

[Hook - Kanye West (w/ Harlem Boys Choir)]

Now throw ya hands up hustlers
Busters, boosters, hoes (Throw your hands up high)
Everybody, $#&@ that

Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go
And keep ya hands up hustlers
Busters, boosters, hoes ('Til they reach the sky)

Everybody, $#&@ that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go


[Verse 2 - Kanye West]
Two words, Chi-town, Southside, worldwide
Cause I rep that 'til I $#&@in' die

One neck two chains, one waist two gats
One wall twenty plaques, dues paid, gimme that
I am limelight, Blueprint five 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-ed
Felt like it rained 'til the roof caved in
Two words, Chi-town raised me crazy

So I live by two words, "$#&@ you, pay me"
Screamin' "Jesus save me"
You know how the game be

I can't let 'em change me
Cause on judgment day, you gon' blame me
Look, God, it's the same me

And I basically know now
We've been racially profiled
'Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and ho'd down

Plus I got a whole city to hold down
From the bottom so the top's
The only place to go now


[Hook]


[Verse 3 - Freeway]
Two words, Freeway, two letters, AR
Turn y'all rap ^!$$%s 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 !@$!ed

$#&@ around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave with his broad

[Outro - Mos Def (w/ Harlem Boys Choir)]
Red, white, blue, black (Throw your hands up)
Calm down, move back

Mother$#&@ers askin' "who is that?"
You know it's the almighty Black Jack
Mos Def, K. West
Ghetto people get this %#@! 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