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