Freeway - Two Words lyrics

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Freeway - Two Words lyrics

[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 [Half-Hook: Kanye West] Now throw ya hands up hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes Everybody, f** 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 sh** Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this Game 'pon lock sh**, gun 'pon co*k sh** We won't stop sh**, 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 sh** Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this Game 'pon lock, gun 'pon co*k We won't stop, everybody move [Hook: Kanye West (w/ Harlem Boys Choir)] Now throw ya hands up hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes (Throw your hands up high) Everybody, f** that Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go And keep ya hands up hustlers Busters, boosters, hoes ('Til they reach the sky) Everybody, f** that Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go [Verse 2: Kanye West] Two words, Chi-town, South Side, worldwide Cause I rep that 'til I f**in' 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: "f** 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 [Half-Hook: Kanye West (w/ Harlem Boys Choir)] Now throw ya hands up hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes (Throw your hands up high) Oh, everybody, f** that Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go [Verse 3: Freeway] Two words, free way, two letters, AR Turn y'all rap n***as 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 f** 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 Motherf**ers askin' "who is that?" You know it's the almighty Black Jack Mos Def, K. West Ghetto people get this sh** 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