Throw Your Hands in the Air

(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