Black Moon

Throw Your Hands In The Air

Black Moon


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