The Game feat. Swizz Beatz Scream on 'em Lyrics

[Swizz Beatz]
Yeah, y'all really want this to happen? (Game time!)

[The Game]
Homey it's hard not to kill *****s, 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' *** for real
Knockout flow, Winky Wright jab for real
And all you *****s *****, 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, **********in' six-four
Your ***** know, hop in the back when you see Swizz hoe
This that, all you *****s get up off my **** so
I can cook crack on the track and watch it mix slow
Cocaine, my flow fire, call it propane
Every ***** know Game, five shots no pain
And that's the reason why I'm shittin' on you *****s
Shut me in the looney bin, I'm sicker than you *****s

[Chorus: x2]
This is that disrespectful, **********in' West coast
Hip-hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go!

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

[Chorus: x2]

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

[Chorus: x2]

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

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