Swizz Beatz, The Game - Scream On Em lyrics

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

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

(ARRRRRRRRGH)
This is that disrespectful
Motherfuckin West coast
Hip-hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go!

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?

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

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!