[Hook]

We in the streets playa get your mail

It's only 2 places you'll end up either dead or in jail

With no where to go, no where to go, no where to go

Still no where to go, no where to go,no where to go yeah

Now throw your hands up, hustlers, busters, boosters, hooo

Everybody, fuck that

With no where to go, no where to go, no where to go

Still no where to go, no where to go, no where to go

[Verse 1: Jon Connor]

Yeah look, 2 words fly city, my city

From where if you're not empty you'll be doing 2 words, die quickly

Represent from where the murder rate set precedent, depressing

Crime infested overlooked by the President

Population of minorities, only as free as we can afford to be so we don't make the list of priorities

Nigga, look at where we rest at, naw we don't rest, fact

Cuz it's real that my city, two words, death trap

I do it for the shot up houses, boarded buildings

Niggas order killings more than will and [?] sorry for the children witness dealings while they chillin'

Greasin' [?] on the stove, Momma left you in the morning and she still ain't made it home

Two words, Jon Connor, Don dotta

Niggas look hard but they sweet, niggas cherry hands gobstoppers

I was always taught stay the fuck out of the way

And mind your business before you a victim and your boy turn to the witness

Let's go

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[Verse 2:Kap Kallous]

Two words, I am, one word, ozone, don't you, fuck with, two words, my home

I get, stressed out, no dough, get that

Two words, ski mask, duck down, get back

I been, too ill, too long, not to, two words, blow up

I will, not you, since we saying 2 words, I'ma flip em 2 birds

Fuck you, straight up, Kap Kallous, do work, two chicks, went raw

Get shit, got real, weed smoke, two hits, we on, E pills

Two pounds, broke up, B-I-G posters, everyday struggle, favorite song

But hold up, two words ain't enough for me to breakdown the type of shit I be on

Welcome to the mad house, got two doors, choose one, two words good look, look ma, no hands

I done, [?]

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[Verse 3: Mickey Wallace]

I tell em 1 word, absurd, describe these guys, claiming they your mans

Shaking hands, I see through the lies

Two words, mother fucker, bandwagon hitch hugger

Stay the fuck from around suckas, everybody move

Three words, go get it, in a hurry, see the vision making money

Did I mention making money, pay attention

Four words, creeping when I came, fucking up the lane, nothing was the same for educating brains [?]

Five words, Momma was a god damn [?], [?] babies since the 80s, how many of y'all came up like new words to the wise

That's why I write with such a hell of a force

Holla get em when I recite and keep my hand on the pulse of the people

The proper procedure, move a paraplegic, it's a famine, I'm here to feed em

Give em something to believe in, screamin' fuck two tears in a bucket

Learn to stand on our own two, down to [?], stand up and riot

Now we taking what's due, now throw your hands up

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