Kanye West — Two Words 9th Wonder Remix

[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 [Chorus: Kanye West] Now throw ya hands up, hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes Everybody, fuck 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 shit Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this Game ’pon lock shit, gun 'pon cock shit We won't stop shit, 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 shit Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this Game 'pon lock, gun 'pon cock We won't stop, everybody move [Chorus: Kanye West (w/ Harlem Boys Choir)] Now throw ya hands up, hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes (Throw your hands up high) Everybody, fuck that Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go And keep ya hands up, hustlers Busters, boosters, hoes ('Til they reach the sky) Everybody, fuck that Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go [Verse 2: Freeway] 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 Fuck 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 Motherfuckers askin’ "who is that?" You know it's the almighty Black Jack Mos Def, K. West Ghetto people get this shit 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 [Chorus: Kanye West (w/ Harlem Boys Choir)] Now throw ya hands up, hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes (Throw your hands up high) Everybody, fuck that