"Got Nowhere..." lyrics

[Beanie Sigel:]
Yo, I come from a crack in the ground, a hole in the wall
And dog, when the crack ain't around, the smokers'll brawl
Streets like a bullet in cancer, it'll swallow you up
Or eat you from the inside and hollow you up
And every day like a test, you know life got rules
And it's sorta like checkers and chess
I went to school and took the lessons, punk
Know a pawn get kinged, a bishop get juiced, a rook get jumped
Faggot niggas took the easy route
They either coked-out, smoked-out, doped-out
Niggas took the needle route
And I ain't tryin' to take either route
I'm tryin' to stop get weeded out, really, tryin' to weed it out
Know the flip side, we choosin' your way
Like gettin' fat from losin' the weight
Or losing that from, usin' the weight
I feel like I'm speeding and I'm 'bout to crash
Nowhere to go and I'm gettin' there fast, damn

[Kanye West:]
(Ooh-hoo, got nowhere—
Ooh-hoo, I got nowhere to—
Ooh-hoo, got nowhere—
Ooh-hoo, I got nowhere to go)
We in the streets, player, get your mail
There's only two places to go, we either dead or in jail
What the—
(Ooh-hoo, I got nowhere—)

[Beanie Sigel:]
Ayo, I'm caught up in the system where the blind lead the blind
And this artist only speaks on the signs of the time
And I pop pills and purple rain to state my pain
They say I'm just like my father, bold and too cold
But you know that's how a thug ride
I send a kite through a dove in a jail where the thugs cry
I feel your pain when you restrained and your love die
And make your heart hard, the blood in your vein fry
Feel like I'm trapped and I'm blindfolded
But my eyes wide open to see it
Feel like the O'Jays, climbin those stairways
Hoping, Heaven's gates wide open for me
Look towards Allah, Sig in direction
Still I spin in every direction, seekin' direction
Tryna balance out the good with the imperfections
Yeah, I know I still move with nowhere to go, damn

[Kanye West {Freeway}:]
(Ooh-hoo, got nowhere—
Ooh-hoo, I got nowhere to—
Ooh-hoo, got nowhere—
Ooh-hoo, I got nowhere to go)
We in the streets, player, get your mail
There's only two places to go, we either dead or in jail
What the—{Uh, yeah, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo}
(Ooh-hoo, I got nowhere—)

[Freeway:]
It seems like we grind from the bottom
Just to make it to the bottom, see faces of the people that I shot
When I get high late night, flow through the bottom
My aunt's house, one of the places that I stopped
See she just died, she got cancer from smokin' and drinkin'
The same shit that I'm drinkin' and smokin'
I can't lie, wish life would just open its handcuffs
And let me go, I feel like I'm doin' a bid
I can't slide, so what I'm a rapper?
I can't escape the wrath of Allah
If I crash up my whip or get, blast in the jaw
Prick, mastered his fifth
Or I might go triple platinum, become a household name
After a long day of out of town work
Make my way to the plane, plane fast in the drift
Hear mayday, mayday, control's outta work
How the hell can life end like this? Nowhere to go

[Kanye West:]
(Ooh-hoo, got nowhere—
Ooh-hoo, I got nowhere to—
Ooh-hoo, got nowhere—
Ooh-hoo, I got nowhere to go)
We in the streets, player, get your mail
There's only two places to go, we either dead or in jail
What the—
(Ooh-hoo, I got nowhere—)