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