(feat. Mos Def, Freeway, The Harlem Boys Choir) 

[Kanye West] 
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...sill nowhere to go.. 

[Mos Def] 
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 
Every 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 

[Chorus: 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 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 (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 top 
So only place to go down 

[Chorus 2nd verse] 

[Freeway] 
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 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 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.. 

[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) 

HIGH! (an show it to em like)