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   [Incomprehensible]