[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)