Scream On Em (feat. Swizz Beatz)

The Game

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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!

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    [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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    Composición: The Game y Kasseem Dean

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