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(Crowd cheering)Y'all know his nameAyo MacLadies and gentlemen, (oh, crowd cheering)Wayne time (oh)Yeah, yeah, yeah (woo)Zone, zone, zone, zone, zoneLet me see your shoulders workI mean, I don't know what y'all came here to do, but uuhIf you don't ain't a lighter, what the fuck you smoking forWhat the fuck though? Where the love go?Five, four, three, two, I let one goBow, get the fuck though, I don't bluff, broAimin' at your head like a buffaloYou a roughneck, I'm a cutthroatYou're a tough guy, that's enough jokesThen the sun die, the night is young thoughThe diamonds still shine, get it rough hoeWhat the fuck though? Where the love go?Five, four, three, two, where the ones go?It's a shit show, put you front rowTalkin' shit, bro? Let your tongue showMoney over bitches, and above hoesThat is still my favorite love quotePut the gun inside, what the fuck for?I sleep with the gun, then she don't snoreWhat the fuck yo? Where the love go?Trade the ski mask, for the muzzleIt's a blood bath, where the Suns go?It's a Swizz beat, down the drums go?If she's iffy, down the drugs goIf she sip lean, double cup toastGotta duffle full of hundosDown the love go, where's the uproar?What the fuck tho? Where the love go?Five, four, three, two, I let one goBow, get the fuck though, I don't bluff, broAimin' at your head like a buffaloWhat the fuck though? Where the love go?Five, four, three, two, I let one goBow, get the fuck though, I don't bluff, broAimin' at your head like a buffaloGet the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro'I come out the scuffle without a scuff, broPuff, puff, bro, I don't huff thoughYellow diamonds up close, catch a sunstrokeAt your front door with a gun stowedKnock-knock, who's there?, is how it won't goThis the jungle so have the utmostFor the nutzos, and we nuts, soWhat the fuck, bro? It's where I'm from, broWe grew up fast, we rolled up slowWe throw up gang signs, she throw up dopeDreadlock hang down like a bandoPut the green in the bag, like a lot moreHair trigger pulled back like a cornrowExtra clip in the stash like a consoleListenin' to Bono, you listen to Don OWhat the fuck though? Where the love go?Swizzy, you a chef, I like my lunch grossJust look up, bro there the stars goI see the shovelBut where the drugs go? MmTo the unknownOnly way he comin' is through his unbornsIf you see what's in my bag, think I'm a drug lordIt'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 goBow, get the fuck though, I don't bluff, broAimin' at your head like a buffaloWhat the fuck though? Where the love go?Five, four, three, two, I let one goBow, get the fuck though, I don't bluff, broAimin' at your head like a buffalo
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