Kanye West - Two Words Lyrics

Writer(s) : WILSON, CARLOS DELANO/WILSON, RICARDO A./WILSON, LOUIS B./WEST, KANYE OMARI/SMITH, DANTE T./PRIDGEN, LESLIE
Artist: Kanye West Lyrics
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Album: Track 18 on The College Dropout
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We in the streets player, get your 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, busters, boosters, hoes
Everybody, **** that
Still nowhere to go, sill 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 ****
Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this
Game ball, lock ****, dump off, **** ****
We won't stop ****, everybody move!
Two words, BK , NY, Bed-Stuy
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 jack, hot ****
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, busters (Throw your hands up high)
Boostas, hoes, everybody, **** that (oh)
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go (oh)

And keep ya hands up bustless, busters (Till they reach the sky)
Boostas, hoes, everybody, **** that (oh)
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go (oh)

Hey yo, two words, Chi town, South side, world wide
Cause I, rep that, till I, ****ing 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, should of been signed twice
Most imitated, Grammy nominated
Hotel accommodated, cheerleader, prom dated
Barbershop, player 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, "**** you, pay me"
Screaming, 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
I (Throw) basically know now (Your) we could (Up) racially profile (High)
Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and hoe down (oh)
Plus I got a whole city to hold down (oh)
From the bottom to the top
So only place to go down

And keep ya hands up bustless, busters (Till they reach the sky)
Boostas, hoes, everybody, **** that (oh)
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go (oh)

Two words, Freeway, two letters, A-R
Turn y'all rap *****s 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 screaming out four words "Send for the Lord"
Two words, Freeway's slightly retarded
**** around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave with his broad

Throw (red) Your (white) hands (blue) Up (black)
Throw (calm) Your (down) hands (move) Up (back)
Throw (************s) your (asking) hands (who is) up (that)
Throw (you know) your (it's the) hands (almighty) up (Black Jack)
Throw (Mos) your (Def) hands (K) up (West)
Throw (there go) your (people) hands (get this) up (**** 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)


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