"Scream On Em" lyrics

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

[The Game:]
Homey it's hard not to kill niggas; 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 your ass for real
Knockout flow, Winky Wright jab for real
And all you niggas 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, motherfucking six-four
Your bitch know, hop in the back when you see Swizz ho
Diss that, all you niggas 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 shitting on you niggas
Shut me in the loony bin, I'm sicker than you niggas

[Swizz Beatz:]
(Argh!)
This is that disrespectful, motherfucking West Coast
Hip-hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go!
(Argh!)
This is that disrespectful, motherfucking West Coast
Hip-hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go!

[The Game:]
Where I'm from, I seen the most stand up niggas lay down
Where skinny niggas make buff niggas victims of that trey-pound (Brr-ah)
And gang-bangers is the sharpshooters, we don't need no rooftops
Just knock his ass down and take the money out his tube socks
West Coast niggas 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 niggas, make money with the smartest niggas
I ain't got time for you fuckin' artist niggas
Better shut your trap before you become a target nigga
Y'all army brats I'm the motherfucking sergeant nigga
Beauty pageant-ass niggas on the runway
Boyz N The Hood 'til they see the nigga in that red Hyundai
Blow his fucking back out, 'cause I'm the rap Stackhouse
Black Wall Street bitch, the hip-hop crack house, what?

[Swizz Beatz:]
(Argh!)
This is that disrespectful, motherfucking West Coast
Hip-hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go!
(Argh!)
This is that disrespectful, motherfucking West Coast
Hip-hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go!

[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 niggas let the rumors sit in their head like tumors
So I had to take 'em back, to toothbrush on the Pumas
Clean... mean... rapping machine
Red rag hanging 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 running the building, don't make me run in the building
No this ain't the first time I had my gun in the building
Walking past offices I see my son in the building
Last album on the wall I'm number one in the building
They should build me an office up under the building
My elevator going down, I am done in the building nigga

[Swizz Beatz:]
(Argh!)
This is that disrespectful, motherfucking West Coast
Hip-hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go!
(Argh!)
This is that disrespectful, motherfucking West Coast
Hip-hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go!

We in the motherfucking building man
You ain't got your motherfucking mind right?
You gon' get your mind blown out your motherfucking 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 motherfucking monster
Game is in the motherfucking building
We could turn this whole motherfucking world red nigga
Bitch!