Throw Your Hands in the Air

[Verse 1] Who you all been waiting for? Buckshot Who can rock a nigga knot? Buckshot Get you high like chocolate? Buckshot When it comes to this, I never stop Drip drop, hip hop (Why) Cuz you know I'm on top of my job Makin' it hard, handling my business on the boulevard Lawd, there's so many people trying to be equal Shorty all embarrassed '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 benefitting, then you better slip in A couple of words that'll set 'em straight Cos 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 up [Chorus] Throw your hands in the air like this Throw your hands in the air like this Throw your hands in the air like this Put your hands in the sky like this Throw your hands in the air like this Throw your hands in the air like this Just throw your hands in the air like this Throw your hands in the air like this [Verse 2] The bomb was set to be loose In a couple of minutes, don't be alarmed It's a hands-on experience, throw your hands up Lettuce, to bet us, 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 in '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 Duck Down shit alive Ain't no surprise, my niggas put the "real" in "lize" You better open up your motherfuckin' eyes (You know you wanna) [Chorus] Throw your hands in the air like this Throw your hands in the air like this Throw your hands in the air like this Throw your hands in the air like this Throw your hands in the air like this Throw your hands in the air like this Throw your hands in the air like this Put your hands in the sky like this [Verse 3] 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 (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 triathlon 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