Uproar (feat. Swizz Beatz)

I see, thank you man, thank you Y'all know his name Ayo, Mack, let the beat drop Ladies and gentlemen, C5 (oh), Wayne time (oh) Yeah, yeah, yeah Zone, zone, zone, zone, zone Let me see your shoulders work I mean, I don't know what y'all came here to do, but uh If you don't ain't a lighter, what the f- you smoking for We hot (ha) What the f- though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow, get the f- though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo You a roughneck, I'm a cutthroat You're a tough guy, that's enough jokes Then the sun die, the night is young though The diamonds still shine, get it rough h- What the f- though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, where the ones go? It's a sh- show, put you front row Talkin' sh-, bro? Let your tongue show Money over b- and above h- That is still my favorite love quote Put the gun inside, what the f- for? I sleep with the gun, and she don't snore What the f- yo? Where the love go? Trade the ski mask, for the muzzle It's a blood bath, where the suds go? It's a Swizz beat, there the drums go? If she's iffy, there the drugs go If she sip lean, double-cup toast I got a duffle full of hundos There the love go, where's the uproar? What the f- though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow, get the f- though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo What the f- though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow, get the f- though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo Get the f- though, I don't bluff, bro' I come out the scuffle without a scuff, bro Puff, puff, bro, I don't huff though Yellow diamonds up close, catch a sunstroke At your front door with a gun stowed "Knock-knock, who's there?" is how it won't go This the jungle so have the utmost For the nutzos, and we nuts, so What the f-, bro? It's where I'm from, bro We grow up fast, we roll up slow We throw up gang signs, she throw up dope Dreadlock hang down like you dun know Put the green in the bag, like a lawnmower Hair trigger pulled back like a cornrow Extra clip in the stash like a console Listenin' to Bono, you listen to Donald What the f- bro? Where the love go? Swizzy, he the chef, I like my lunch gross Just look up, bro, there the scuds go I see the shovel, but where did bruh go? Hmm, to the unknown Only way he comin' is through his unborns If you see what's in my bag, think I'm a drug lord It's empty when I give it back, now where's the uproar? What the f- though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow, get the f- though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo What the f- though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow, get the f- though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo