Throw Your Hands in the Air lyrics

by

Q-Tip


[Verse 1]
Who you all been waiting for? Buckshot
Who can rock a n*gga knot? Buckshot
Get you high like chocolate? Buckshot
When it comes to this, I never stop
Drip drop, hip hop (why)
'Cuz you know I'm on top of my job
Makin' it hard, handling my business on the boulevard
Lawd, there's so many people trying to be equal
Shorty all embarrassed 'cuz he drive a Regal
It's a thugged out bucket
As long as you make money when you hustle, f*ck it
It's the next man thought to bring you down
If you ain't benefitting, then you better slip in
A couple of words that'll set 'em straight
Cos carrying the weak n*ggas 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 up

[Hook]
Throw your hands in the air like this
Throw your hands in the air like this
Throw your hands in the air like this
Put your hands in the sky like this
Throw your hands in the air like this
Throw your hands in the air like this
Just throw your hands in the air like this
Throw your hands in the air like this
[Verse 2]
The bomb was set to be loose
In a couple of minutes, don't be alarmed
It's a hands on experience, throw your hands up
Lettuce, to bet us, n*ggas 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 in 92 was set to blow
Smif 'n Wessun '93 and '94
Fab 5 '95, and n*gga we strive
To keep it tight and keep this Duck Down sh*t alive
Ain't no surprise, my n*ggas put the "real" in "lize"
You better open up your motherf*ckin eyes
(You know you wanna)

[Hook]
Throw your hands in the air like this
Throw your hands in the air like this
Throw your hands in the air like this
Throw your hands in the air like this
Throw your hands in the air like this
Throw your hands in the air like this
Throw your hands in the air like this
Put your hands in the sky like this

[Verse 3]
Af-ter 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 b*tches 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 (original)
f*ck 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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