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West, hot shit Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this Game 'pon lock shit, gun 'pon cock 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 cock We won't stop, everybody move [Hook: Kanye West (w/ Harlem Boys Choir)] Now throw ya hands up, hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes (Throw your hands up high) Everybody, fuck that Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go And keep ya hands up, hustlers Busters, boosters, hoes ('Til they reach the sky) Everybody, fuck that Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go [Verse 2: Kanye West] Two words, Chi-town, South Side, worldwide Cause I rep that 'til I fuckin' 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: "fuck 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, pimped 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 [Hook: Kanye West (w/ Harlem Boys Choir)] Now throw ya hands up hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes (Throw your hands up high) Oh, everybody, fuck that Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go [Verse 3: Freeway] Two words, free way, two letters, AR Turn y'all rap niggas 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 Fuck around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave with his broad [Outro: Mos Def (w/ Harlem Boys Choir)] Red, white, blue, black (Throw your hands up) Calm down, move back Motherfuckers askin' "who is that?
" You know it's the almighty Black Jack Mos Def, K.
After meeting out one night, I got this girl's number but didnt catch her name. FR: Wellll Linda, I'll just call you Linda, because you look like you're a Linda to me.......
Somehow I got through the entire first date without getting it again and was too embarrassed to ask during the 2nd date. No Idea wrote: After meeting out one night, I got this girl's number but didnt catch her name.
He dropped out of high school during the sophomore year.He enjoys doing a lot of philanthropic work and has collaborated/donated to charities such as Be the Change and the Common Ground Foundation.He also likes listening to old school hip hop like A Tribe Called Quest.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 Off of 2004’s The College Dropout, Kanye, Mos Def and Freeway drop this fast-paced track dedicated to the titular purpose: the verses are done with two words (or two stressed syllables) for every beat (quarter of bar).Yasiin Bey formerly known as Mos Def is an articulate and intelligent Brooklyn-born rapper.