Uproar (feat. Swizz Beatz)

Weezy, Weezy, Weezy, Weezy

Y'all know his name

Ladies and gentlemen

C5, oh!

Wayne time (Oh!)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo!)

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 ain't got a lighter, what the fuck you smokin' for?

We hot! Ah!

What the fuck though? Where the love go?

Five, four, three, two, I let one go

Bow, get the fuck 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 in the rough, ho

What the fuck though? Where the love go?

Five, four, three, two, where the ones go?

It's a shit show, put you front row

Talkin' shit, bro? Let your tongue show

Money over bitches and above hoes

That is still my favorite love quote (C5)

Put the gun inside, what the fuck for?

I sleep with the gun, and she don't snore

What the fuck, 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 iffy, there the drugs go

If she sip lean, double-cup toast

I got a duffel full of hundos

There the love go, where's the uproar?

What the fuck though? Where the love go?

Five, four, three, two, I let one go

Bow, get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro

Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

What the fuck though? Where the love go?

Five, four, three, two, I let one go

Bow, get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro

Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro

I come out the scuffle without a scuff, whoa

Puff, puff, bro, I don't huff though

Yellow diamonds up close, catch a sun stroke

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 fuck, bro? It's where I'm from, bro

We grow up fast, we rolled up slow

We throw up gang signs, she throw up dope

Dreadlock hang down like a bando

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 fuck, 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? Mmm

To the unknown

Only way he comin' back 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 fuck though? Where the love go?

Five, four, three, two, I let one go

Bow, get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro

Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

What the fuck though? Where the love go?

Five, four, three, two, I let one go

Bow, get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro

Aimin' at your head like a buffalo