Two Words feat. Mos Def,Freeway,The Boys Choir Of Harlem

歌詞

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 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 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 now throw ya hands up bustless bustas boostas hoes everybody boostas still nowhere to go still nowhere to go 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) 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 basically know now we could racially profile 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 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 throw your hands up throw your hands up throw your hands up throw your hands up throw your hands up throw your hands up throw your hands up throw your hands up (an show it to em like)