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Two Words (9th Wonder Remix)
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Kanye West
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We in the streets, playa, get ya mail It's only two places you end up, either dead or in jail Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go Now throw ya hands up, hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes Everybody, f**k that Still nowhere to go Still nowhere to go Two words, United States, no love, no breaks 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 sh*t Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this Game ’pon lock sh*t, gun 'pon c*ck sh*t We won't stop sh*t, everybody move Two words, BK, NY, Bed Stuy Too harsh, 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 Jack, hot sh*t Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this Game 'pon lock, gun 'pon c*ck We won't stop, everybody move Now throw ya hands up, hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes (Throw your hands up high) Everybody, f**k that Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go And keep ya hands up, hustlers Busters, boosters, hoes ('Til they reach the sky) Everybody, f**k that Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go Two words, free way, two letters, AR Turn y'all rap n***as to two words, fast runners Like Jackie Joyner, 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 Seagal Free, young boss, freshman of the Roc With the beef in the pot Jay sent for his dogs To brawl, forget ya squad, better fend for yourself Have you screamin’ out four words, "send for the law", uh Two words, Freeway slightly retarded f**k around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave with his broad Red, white, blue, black (Throw your hands up) Calm down, move back Motherf**kers askin’ "who is that?" You know it's the almighty Black Jack Mos Def, K. West Ghetto people get this sh*t off ya chest North to the south, to the east, to the west Black Jack Johnson, it’s no contest (High) And show it to 'em like Now throw ya hands up, hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes (Throw your hands up high) Everybody, f**k that
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