Two Words

Two Words - Ye/Mos Def/Freeway/The Boys Choir Of Harlem

Lyrics by：Kanye West/D. Smith/Leslie Pridgen/L. Wilson/R. Wilson/C. Wilson

Composed by：Kanye West/D. Smith/Leslie Pridgen/L. Wilson/R. Wilson/C. Wilson

Produced by：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 h*es

Everybody **** 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 ****

Calm down get back ghetto people got this

Game 'pon lock **** gun 'pon cock ****

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 cock

We won't stop everybody move

Now throw ya hands up hustlers busters boosters h*es

Everybody **** that

Still nowhere to go still nowhere to go

And keep ya hands up hustlers

Busters boosters h*es

Everybody **** that

Still nowhere to go still nowhere to go

Two words Chi-town South Side worldwide

'Cause I rep that 'til I ******* die

One neck two chains one waist two gats

One wall twenty plaques dues paid gimme that

I am limelight Blueprint five mics

Go Getters rhyme like should've been signed twice

Most imitated Grammy nominated

Hotel accommodated cheerleader prom-dated

Barbershop playa-hated mom-and-pop bootlegged it

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 get 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

Now throw ya hands up hustlers busters boosters h*es

Everybody **** that

Still nowhere to go still nowhere to go

Two words free way two letters AR

Turn y'all rap niggas 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

**** around throw a clip in ya artist leave with his broad

Red white blue black

Calm down move back

************* 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

And show it to 'em like