Throw Your Hands In The Air

Black Moon

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    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 (3x)
    Put your hands in the sky like this
    Throw your hands in the air like this (4x)

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    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(1x)

    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

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    Composición: D. Stinson, Walt Dewgarde y Ewart Dewgarde

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