The Game - Scream On Em Lyrics

(feat. Swizz Beatz)

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[Swizz Beatz] 
Yeah... y'all really want this to happen? (Game time!) 
C'mon! ... ARRRRRRRRGH! 

[The Game] 
Homey it's hard not to kill niggaz; 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 niggaz pussy, 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, motherfuckin six-fo' 
Your bitch know, hop in the back when you see Swizz hoe 
Diss that, all you niggaz get up off my dick so 
I can cook crack on the track and watch it mix slow 
Cocaine, my flow fire, call it propane 
Every nigga know Game, five shots no pain 
And that's the reason why I'm shittin on you niggaz 
Shut me in the looney bin, I'm sicker than you niggaz 

[Chorus: repeat 2X] 
(ARRRRRRRRGH!) 
This is that disrespectful, motherfuckin West coast 
Hip-hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go! 

[The Game] 
Where I'm from, I seen the most stand up niggaz lay down 
Where skinny niggaz make buff niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz, make money with the smartest niggaz 
I ain't got time for you fuckin artist niggaz 
Better shut your trap before you become a target nigga 
Y'all army brats I'm the motherfuckin sargeant nigga 
Beauty pageant-ass niggaz on the runway 
+Boyz N The Hood+ 'til they see the nigga in that red Hyundai 
Blow his fuckin back out, cause I'm the rap Stackhouse 
Black Wall Street bitch, the hip-hop crackhouse, what? 

[Chorus] 

[The Game] 
My flow opposite of handsome, it's ugly 
Hip hop tantrum, sick, call the shit cancer 
One man show cause I fucked all the dancers 
Let the critics ask questions, my album be the answer 
These niggaz 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 nigga 

[Chorus] 

[Swizz Beatz] 
We in the motherfuckin buildin man 
You ain't got your motherfuckin mind right? 
You gon' get your mind blown out your motherfuckin mind right nigga 
It is what the fuck it is man 
How y'all wanna cut the cake? 
You touch this you get your hands cut off, nigga 
Swizz Beatz the motherfuckin monster 
Game is in the motherfuckin buildin 
We could turn this whole motherfuckin world red nigga 
Bitch!

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lyrics submitted by Chahine T2 on 27-01-2007
lyrics corrected on 04-02-2009