Throw Your Hands in the Air Lyrics

Black Moon


publisher: ©Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd.
writers: Walt Dewgarde Jr, Kenyatta Blake , Curtis Mayfield, Stinston
album: No. 18 track in album War Zone
release date: 1999-3-16
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length: 4:20

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Verse 1- Buckshot

Who you all been waiting for? Buckshot
Who can rock a *****'s knot? Buckshot
Get you high like chocolate? Buckshot
When it comes to this, I never stop
Drip drop, hip hop
'cause 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 embarrassed 'cause he drive a Regal
It's a thugged out bucket
As long as you make money when you hustle, **** 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 *****s 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, *****s 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 ***** we strive
To keep it tight and keep this Duckdown **** alive
Ain't no surprise, my *****s put the "real" in "ize."
You better open up your **********in 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 'cause I'm living in the bug world
I got a letter from my girl in D.C.
She put me on the scoop about *****es 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
**** 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

Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 The Onslaught
  • 3 War Zone
  • 4 This Is What It Sounds Like (Worldwind)
  • 5 Freestyle
  • 6 Five (interlude)
  • 7 For All Ya’ll
  • 8 Come Get Some
  • 9 Weight of the World
  • 10 Evil Dee Is on the Mix
  • 11 Showdown
  • 12 One‐Two
  • 13 Frame
  • 14 Buckshot (interlude)
  • 15 Two Turntables & a Mic
  • 16 Annihilation
  • 17 Duress
  • 18 Throw Your Hands in the Air
  • 19 Outro