[Chorus: Kanye West]
~#**************#~
We in the streets, playa, get your mail
~#**************#~
Its only two places you end up: either dead or in jail
~#**************#~
Still nowhere to go
~#**************#~
Still nowhere to go
~#**************#~
Now throw your hands up, hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes
~#**************#~
Everybody, fuck that!
~#**************#~
Still nowhere to go
~#**************#~
Still nowhere to go
~#**************#~
[Verse 1: Yasiin Bey]
~#**************#~
Listen, 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 wont stop shit—everybody move!
~#**************#~
Two words: B-K, N-Y, Bed-Stuy
~#**************#~
Too harsh, too hungry, too many, thats why
~#**************#~
These streets know game, cant ball, dont 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 wont stop—everybody move!
~#**************#~
[Chorus: Kanye West & Harlem Boys Choir]
~#**************#~
Now throw your hands up (Throw your hands up high)
~#**************#~
Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes
~#**************#~
Everybody, fuck that
~#**************#~
Still nowhere to go
~#**************#~
Still nowhere to go
~#**************#~
And keep your hands up (‘Til they reach the sky)
~#**************#~
Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes
~#**************#~
Everybody, fuck that
~#**************#~
Still nowhere to go
~#**************#~
(Yo, excuse me, dawg)
~#**************#~
Still nowhere to go
~#**************#~
(I apologize for the Westside, we finna get it jukin)
~#**************#~
Ayo
~#**************#~
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
~#**************#~
Two words: Chi-Town, Southside, worldwide
~#**************#~
‘Cause I rep that til I fuckin 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 shouldve been signed twice
~#**************#~
Most imitated, Grammy nominated
~#**************#~
Hotel accommodated, cheerleader prom-dated
~#**************#~
Barbershop player-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: “Fuck you, pay me”
~#**************#~
Screaming, “Jesus, save me”
~#**************#~
You know how the game be, I cant let em change me
~#**************#~
‘Cause on judgment day, you gon blame me
~#**************#~
Look, God—its the same me
~#**************#~
And I basically know now, we get racially profiled
~#**************#~
‘Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and hod down
~#**************#~
Plus, I got a whole city to hold down
~#**************#~
From the bottom, so the tops the only place to go now
~#**************#~
[Chorus: Kanye West & Harlem Boys Choir]
~#**************#~
Now throw your hands up (Til they reach the sky)
~#**************#~
Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes
~#**************#~
Everybody, fuck that
~#**************#~
Still nowhere to go
~#**************#~
Still nowhere to go
~#**************#~
[Verse 3: Freeway]
~#**************#~
Two words: Freeway; two letters: A-R
~#**************#~
Turn yall rap niggas to two words: fast runners
~#**************#~
Like Jackie Joyner, you better sleep with your burner
~#**************#~
The heat skeet, blow a reef through your 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 your squad, better ‘fend for yourself
~#**************#~
Have you screamin out four words: “Send for the law,” ugh
~#**************#~
Two words: Freeway, slightly retarded
~#**************#~
Fuck around, throw a clip in your artist, leave with his broad
~#**************#~
[Outro: Yasiin Bey & Harlem Boys Choir]
~#**************#~
Red, white, blue, black (Throw your hands up)
~#**************#~
Calm down, move back (Throw your hands up)
~#**************#~
Motherfuckers askin, “Who is that?” (Throw your hands up)
~#**************#~
You know its the almighty Black Jack (Throw your hands up)
~#**************#~
Mos Def, K. West (Throw your hands up)
~#**************#~
Ghetto people, get this shit off your chest (Throw your hands up)
~#**************#~
North to the south, to the east, to the west (Throw your hands up)
~#**************#~
Black Jack Johnson, its no contest (Throw your hands up)
~#**************#~
(High) And show it to em like
