Scream on Em - The Game feat Swizz Beatz
[Swizz Beatz]
Yeah... y'all really want this to happen? (Game time!)
C'mon! ... ARRRRRRRRGH!
[The Game]
Homey it's hard not to kill n_ggaz; it's like a full time job
not to pull out the steel and shove it in your grill
Young California got that mass appeal
I summons the hood, they get up in yo' ass for real
Knockout flow, Winky Wright jab for real
And all you n_ggaz p_ssy, need Massengil
See I'm the gun-cocker, one-shotter, lift 'em off the ground
Chop 'em down, like a cantaloupe, my flow the antidote
Sick flow, it's so, motherf_ckin six-fo'
Your b_tch know, hop in the back when you see Swizz hoe
Diss that, all you n_ggaz get up off my d_ck so
I can cook crack on the track and watch it mix slow
C_caine, my flow fire, call it propane
Every n_gga know Game, five shots no pain
And that's the reason why I'm sh_ttin on you n_ggaz
Shut me in the looney bin, I'm sicker than you n_ggaz
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
(ARRRRRRRRGH!)
This is that disrespectful, motherf_ckin West coast
Hip-hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go!
[The Game]
Where I'm from, I seen the most stand up n_ggaz lay down
Where skinny n_ggaz make buff n_ggaz victims of that trey-pound
And gangbangers is the sharpshooters, we don't need no rooftops
Just knock his ass down and take the money out his tube socks
West coast n_ggaz is back on the map
If only for now until the next time I body a track
From the first clap I hurt rap, now watch the earth crack
Bring the hearse back, and take a lyrical dirt nap
I roll with the hardest n_ggaz, make money with the smartest n_ggaz
I ain't got time for you f_ckin artist n_ggaz
Better shut your trap before you become a target n_gga
Y'all army brats I'm the motherf_ckin sargeant n_gga
Beauty pageant-ass n_ggaz on the runway
(Boyz N The Hood) 'til they see the n_gga in that red Hyundai
Blow his f_ckin back out, cause I'm the rap Stackhouse
Black Wall Street b_tch, the hip-hop crackhouse, what?
[Chorus]
[The Game]
My flow opposite of handsome, it's ugly
Hip hop tantrum, sick, call the sh_t cancer
One man show cause I f_cked all the dancers
Let the critics ask questions, my album be the answer
These n_ggaz let the rumors sit in they head like tumors
So I had to take 'em back, to toothbrush on the Pumas
Clean... mean... rappin machine
Red rag hangin low in the back of my jeans
I black out like February, back out what's necessary
Oh-seven Bugatti with Jimmy Iovine's secretary
I'm runnin the buildin, don't make me run in the buildin
No this ain't the first time I had my gun in the buildin
Walkin past offices I see my son in the buildin
Last album on the wall I'm number one in the buildin
They should build me an office up under the buildin
My elevator goin down, I am done in the buildin n_gga
[Chorus]
[Swizz Beatz]
We in the motherf_ckin buildin man
You ain't got your motherf_ckin mind right?
You gon' get your mind blown out your motherf_ckin mind right n_gga
It is what the f_ck it is man
How y'all wanna cut the cake?
You touch this you get your hands cut off, n_gga
Swizz Beatz the motherf_ckin monster
Game is in the motherf_ckin buildin
We could turn this whole motherf_ckin world red n_gga
B_tch!
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