BLACK MOON - Throw Your Hands in the Air lyrics

[Verse 1: Buckshot]

Who you all been waiting for? Buckshot

Who can rock a nigga's knot? Buckshot

Get you high like chocolate? Buckshot

When it comes to this, I never stop

Drip drop, hip hop

'Cuz you know I'm on top of my job

Makin' it hard, handeling my business on the boulevard

La, there's so many people trying to be equal

Shorty all embarassed 'cuz he drive a Regal

It's a thugged out bucket

As long as you make money when you hustle, fuck it

It's the next man thought to bring you down

If you ain't benefiting, then you better slip in

a couple words that'll set 'em straight

'uz carrying the weak niggas on your shoulder is only dead weight

So, pick your head up when you get up

And if you're feeling what I'm saying

let me see you throw your fist sup

[Chorus-Buckshot]

Throw your hands in the air like this [x3]

Put your hands in the sky like this

Throw your hands in the air like this [x4]

[Verse 2: Buckshot]

The bomb was set to be lose

In a couple of minutes, don't be alarmed

It's a hands on experience, throw your hands up

Let us, the bettors, niggas put your grands up

What you about to see is reality, baby

Check the stats, and see if you can hang with me

Black Moon, 92, was set to blow

Smif 'n Wessun '93 and '94

Fab 5, '95, and nigga we strive

To keep it tight and keep this Duckdown shit alive

Ain't no surprise, my niggas put the "real" in "ize."

You better open up your motherfuckin eyes

[Chorus: Buckshot x1]

[Verse 3: Buckshot]

After this, I smoke a fat Bob Marley

Into Bob Marley, slow down hardly

Thumping is a thug's world

I recognize 'cuz I'm living in the bug world

I got a letter from my girl in D.C.

She put me on the scoop about bitches around me

All of a sudden, I peeped the ones fronting

It be in the front line of mind

But in the end, there's always time

I'm just the type to stay original

Fuck biting off the next man, it's pitiful

P.O.S.: power over suckers

In this rap game, my nickname be dirty chuckers

Mr. Buckshot, rock the triathalon of rap

Squeezing like a python to break your back

Check the facts for the illy verse

About reality, you want another one?

I need your hands first