[00:00.00] 作词 : Kanye West/D. Smith/Leslie Pridgen/L. Wilson/R. Wilson/C. Wilson
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Kanye West/D. Smith/Leslie Pridgen/L. Wilson/R. Wilson/C. Wilson
[00:14.54]We in the streets, playa, get ya mail
[00:16.54]It's only two places you end up, either dead or in jail
[00:19.45]Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go
[00:24.94]Now throw ya hands up, hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes
[00:29.09]Everybody, **** that
[00:30.84]Still nowhere to go
[00:33.59]Still nowhere to go
[00:36.65]Two words, United States, no love, no breaks
[00:39.44]Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, black folks
[00:42.15]Big Macs, fat folks, ecstasy capsules
[00:44.92]Presidential scandals, everybody move
[00:47.80]Two words, Mos Def, K. West, hot shit
[00:50.60]Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this
[00:53.40]Game 'pon lock shit , gun 'pon shit
[00:56.44]We won't stop shit , everybody move
[00:59.10]Two words, BK, NY, Bed Stuy
[01:01.85]Too harsh, too hungry, too many, that's why
[01:04.90]These streets know game, can't ball, don't play
[01:07.80]Heavy traffic, one lane, everybody move
[01:10.35]Two words, Mos Def, Black Jack, hot shit
[01:13.14]Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this
[01:15.93]Game 'pon lock, gun 'pon shit
[01:18.69]We won't stop, everybody move
[01:21.47]Now throw ya hands up, hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes
[01:26.02](Throw your hands up high) Everybody, **** that
[01:27.11]Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go
[01:32.61]And keep ya hands up, hustlers
[01:35.10]Busters, boosters, hoes ('Til they reach the sky)
[01:36.40]Everybody, **** that
[01:38.20]Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go
[01:44.05]Two words, Chi-town, South Side, worldwide
[01:47.04]'Cause I, rep that, 'til I ****ing die
[01:50.03]One neck two chains, one waist two gats
[01:52.88]One wall twenty plaques, dues paid, gimme that
[01:55.63]I am limelight, Blueprint five mics
[01:57.82]Go Getters rhyme like, should've been signed twice
[02:01.21]Most imitated, Grammy nominated
[02:03.62]Hotel accommodated, cheerleader prom-dated
[02:06.63]Barbershop playa-hated, mom-and-pop bootlegged it
[02:09.68]Felt like it rained 'til the roof caved in
[02:12.08]Two words, Chi-town raised me crazy
[02:14.98]So I live by two words: "**** you, pay me"
[02:18.52]Screamin', "Jesus, save me"
[02:20.77]You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
[02:23.86]Cause on judgment day, you gon' blame me
[02:27.31]Look, God, it's the same me
[02:29.15]And I basically know now, we get racially profiled
[02:31.77]'Cuffed up and hosed down, ****ed up and ho'd down
[02:35.11]Plus I got a whole city to hold down
[02:37.10]From the bottom so the top's the only place to go now
[02:40.59]Now throw ya hands up hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes
[02:44.37]Oh, everybody, **** that
[02:46.17]Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go
[02:52.04]Two words, free way, two letters, AR
[02:54.83]Turn y'all rap n**gas to two words, fast runners
[02:58.04]Like Jackie Joyner, you better sleep with your burner
[03:01.09]The heat b***h, blow a reef through ya car, my God
[03:03.69]Two words, no guns, break arms
[03:06.09]Break necks, break backs, Steven Seagal
[03:08.43]Free, young boss, freshman of the Roc
[03:11.48]With the beef in the pot Jay sent for his dogs
[03:14.28]To brawl, forget ya squad, better fend for yourself
[03:16.68]Have you screamin' out four words, "send for the law", uh
[03:19.94]Two words, Freeway slightly retarded
[03:23.25]**** around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave with his broad
[03:26.42]Red, white, blue, black (Throw your hands up)
[03:28.82]Calm down, move back
[03:31.52]************s askin' "who is that?"
[03:34.18]You know it's the almighty Black Jack
[03:37.11]Mos Def, K. West
[03:39.86]Ghetto people get this shit off ya chest
[03:42.75]North to the south, to the east, to the west
[03:45.46]Black Jack Johnson, it's no contest
[03:50.58](High) And show it to 'em like

作词 : Kanye West/D. Smith/Leslie Pridgen/L. Wilson/R. Wilson/C. Wilson
作曲 : Kanye West/D. Smith/Leslie Pridgen/L. Wilson/R. Wilson/C. Wilson
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, **** 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 shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this
Game 'pon lock shit , gun 'pon shit
We won't stop shit , 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 shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this
Game 'pon lock, gun 'pon shit
We won't stop, everybody move
Now throw ya hands up, hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes
(Throw your hands up high) Everybody, **** that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go
And keep ya hands up, hustlers
Busters, boosters, hoes ('Til they reach the sky)
Everybody, **** that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go
Two words, Chi-town, South Side, worldwide
'Cause I, rep that, 'til I ****ing die
One neck two chains, one waist two gats
One wall twenty plaques, dues paid, gimme that
I am limelight, Blueprint five mics
Go Getters rhyme like, should've been signed twice
Most imitated, Grammy nominated
Hotel accommodated, cheerleader prom-dated
Barbershop playa-hated, mom-and-pop bootlegged it
Felt like it rained 'til the roof caved in
Two words, Chi-town raised me crazy
So I live by two words: "**** you, pay me"
Screamin', "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
And I basically know now, we get racially profiled
'Cuffed up and hosed down, ****ed up and ho'd down
Plus I got a whole city to hold down
From the bottom so the top's the only place to go now
Now throw ya hands up hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes
Oh, everybody, **** that
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go
Two words, free way, two letters, AR
Turn y'all rap n**gas to two words, fast runners
Like Jackie Joyner, you better sleep with your burner
The heat b***h, 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
**** around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave with his broad
Red, white, blue, black (Throw your hands up)
Calm down, move back
************s askin' "who is that?"
You know it's the almighty Black Jack
Mos Def, K. West
Ghetto people get this shit 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