Versuri 18. Two Words

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 
Hustlers, bustas, boostas, hoes 
Everybody fuck that 
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go 
 
Listen, 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 hard, 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 jack, 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 
Hustlers, bustas, boostas, hoes 
Everybody fuck that 
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go 
 
And keep ya hands up 
Hustlers, bustas, boostas, hoes 
Everybody fuck that 
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go 
 
Aye yo, two words, Chi town, South side, world wide 
'Cause 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 
'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 hoe down 
Plus I got a whole city to hold down 
From the bottom so the top's the only place to go now 
 
Now throw ya hands up 
Hustlers, bustas, boostas, hoes 
Everybody fuck that 
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go 
 
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 Segal 
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 fend 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 
 
Red, white 
Blue, black 
Calm down 
Move back 
Motherfuckers askin' 
Who is that? 
You know it's the 
Almighty, mighty Blackjack 
 
Mos Def 
K West 
There go people 
Get this shit off ya chest 
North to the south 
To the east, to the west 
Blackjack, Johnson 
It's no contest 
 
An' show it to 'em like 
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