Artist: Lil Wayne f/ Swizz Beatz
Album:  Tha Carter V
Song:   Uproar
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: Swizz Beatz] + (Lil Wayne) + {crowd}
{Weezy, Weezy, Weezy, Weezy!} (I see)
{Weezy, Weezy, Weezy, Weezy!} (Thank you man, thank you)
Y'all know his name!
Aiyyo Mack, let the beat drop
Ladies and gentlemen, C5 - ohh!
Wayne time - ohh!
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 uhh
If you ain't got a lighter what the fuck you smokin for?
We hot! AHHH!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne] + (Swizz Beatz)
What the fuck though? (Damn!) Where the love go? (ohh!)
Five four three two, I let one go (let's work)
Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff bro
Aimin at your head, like a buffalo

[Lil Wayne]
You're 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 hoe
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
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'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?

[Chorus] - 2X

[Lil Wayne]
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 sunstroke
At your front door, with a gun stored
"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 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 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?
Hmm, 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?

[Chorus] - 2X