[Kanye West]We in the streets playa, getcha mailIt's only
two places you'll end up - either dead or in jailStill
nowhere to go...still nowhere to goNow throw ya hands up
bustless, bustas, boostas, hoesEverybody, fuck thatStill nowhere
to go...still nowhere to go..[Mos Def]Two words, United States,
no love, no brakesLow brow, high stakes, crack smoke, black
folksBig Macs, fat folks, ecstasy capsulesPresidential scandals,
everybody MOVETwo words, Mos Def, K West, hot shitCalm down, get
back, ghetto people, got thisGame ball, lock shit, dump off,
cock shitWe won't stop shit, everybody MOVETwo words, BK ,
NY, bedstuyTwo hawks, too hungry, too many, that's whyThese
streets know game, can't ball, don't playEvery traffic,
one lane, everybody MOVETwo words, Mos Def, black check, hot
shitCalm down, get back, ghetto people, got thisGame point lock,
long pump cockedWe won't stop, everybody MOVEChorus: Kanye
West (Harlem Boys Choir)1 - Now throw ya hands up bustless,
bustas (Throw your hands up high)Boostas, hoes, everybody, fuck
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, fuck that (ohhhhhh)Still
nowhere to go...still nowhere to go... (ohhhhhh)[Kanye West]
(Harlem Boys Choir)Aiyyo, two words, Chi town, South side, world
wideCuz I, rep that, till I, fuckin dieOne neck, two chains, one
waist, two gatsOne wall, twenty plaques, dudes say, "Gimme
that"I am limelight, Blueprint, 5 MicsGo get his rhyme like,
shoulda been signed twiceMost imitated, Grammy nominatedHotel
accommodated, cheerleader, prom datedBarbershop, playa hated,
mom and pop, bootlegged itFelt like it rained till the roof
caved inTwo words, Chi town, raised me, crazySo I live by two
words, "Fuck you, pay me"Screamin, Jesus save meYou know how the
game beI can't let em change meCuz on Judgment Day, you gon
blame meLook God, it's the same meI (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 topSo only
place to go down[Chorus 2nd verse][Freeway]Two words, Freeway,
two letters, A-RTurn y'all rap niggaz into two words, fast
runnersLike Jackie Jurner, you better sleep with your burnerThe
heat skeet, blow a reef through ya carMy God, two words, no
guns, break armsBreak necks, break backs, Steven
SegulFree...young bars, fresh men of the RocLeft the beef in the
pot Jay sent for his dogsand broads, forget ya squad, let em find
for yourselfHave you screamin out four words "Send for the
Lord"Two words, Freeway's slightly retardedFuck 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... (motherfuckers) 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)