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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
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