Kanye West - 2 Words feat. Mos Def Freeway and The Harlem Boys Choir Lyrics

[Kanye West]

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, f*ck that

Still nowhere to go...still nowhere to go..



[Mos Def]

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





Chorus: Kanye West (Harlem Boys Choir)



1 - Now throw ya hands up bustless, bustas (Throw your hands up high)

Boostas, hoes, everybody, f*ck that (ohhhhhh)

Still nowhere to go...still nowhere to go... (ohhhhhh)



2 - and keep ya hands up bustless, bustas (Till they reach the sky)

Boostas, hoes, everybody, f*ck that (ohhhhhh)

Still nowhere to go...still nowhere to go... (ohhhhhh)



[Kanye West] (Harlem Boys Choir)

Aiyyo, two words, Chi town, South side, world wide

Cuz I, rep that, till I, f*ckin 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, "F*ck 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 (Throw) basically know now (Your) we could (Up) racially profile (High)

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



[Chorus 2nd verse]



[Freeway]

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

F*ck around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave with his broad..



[Harlem Boys Choir] (Mos Def)

Throw... (red) Your... (white)

Hands... (blue) Up... (black)



Throw... (calm) Your... (down)

Hands... (move) Up... (back)



Throw... (motherf*ckers) Your... (askin)

Hands... (who is) Up... (that)



Throw... (you know) Your... (it's the)

Hands... (almighty) Up... (Mighty Johnny Jack)



Throw... (Mos) Your... (Def)

Hands... (K) Up... (West)



Throw... (there go) Your... (people)

Hands... (get this) Up... (shit off ya chest)



Throw... (north) Your... (to the south)

Hands... (to the east) Up... (to the west)



Throw... (we got) Your... (that concert)

Hands... (it was no) Up... (contest)



HIGH! (an show it to em like)