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, $#&@ 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 %#@!

Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this


Game ball, lock %#@!, dump off, @@#! %#@!


We won't stop %#@!, 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 %#@!


Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this


Game point lock, long pump @@#!ed

We won't stop, everybody move





Now throw ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes

(Throw your hands up high)


Everybody, $#&@ that


Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go




And keep ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes


(Till they reach the sky)

Everybody, $#&@ that


Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go




Aiyyo, two words, Chi town, South side, world wide

'Cuz I rep that, till I $#&@in' 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, "$#&@ 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 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, $#&@ that

Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go



Two words, Freeway, two letters, A R

Turn y'all rap ^!$$%z 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 !@$!ed

$#&@ 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

(Mother$#&@ers askin', ?who is that??)

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 %#@! 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