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, fuck that   Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go      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   Heavy 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      Now throw ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes   (Throw your hands up high)   Everybody, fuck that   Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go      And keep ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes   (Till they reach the sky)   Everybody, fuck that   Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go      Aiyyo, two words, Chi town, South side, world wide   'Cuz 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   'Cuz on Judgment Day, you gon' blame me      Look God, it's the same me   I basically know now we could racially profile   (Throw your hands up high)   Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and hoe down   Plus I got a whole city to hold down   From the bottom to the top, so only place to go down      And keep ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes   (Till they reach the sky)   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 Seagul   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   Fuck around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave with his broad      Throw your hands up   (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 it's the almighty, mighty Johnny Jack)      Throw your hands up   (Mos Def, K West)   Throw your hands up   (There go people, get this shit off ya chest)      Throw your hands up   (North to the south, to the east, to the west)   Throw your hands up   (We got that concert, it was no contest)      High an' show it to 'em like