The Game Scream On 'Em [Explicit] lyrics

Yeah, y'all really want this to happen?
Game time, c'mon

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 your ass for real

Knockout flow, Winky Wright jab for real
And all you niggaz pussy, need Massengill
See I'm the gun cocker, one shot'll lift 'em off the ground
Chop 'em down like a cantaloupe, my flow the antidote

Sick flow, it's so motherfuckin' 6 4
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 loony bin, I'm sicker than you niggaz

This is that disrespectful, motherfuckin' West Coast
Hip hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go
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' sergeant, 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 crack house, what?


This is that disrespectful, motherfuckin' West Coast
Hip hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go
This is that disrespectful, motherfuckin' West Coast
Hip hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go

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, 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
0 7 Bugatti with Jimmy Lovine'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

This is that disrespectful, motherfuckin' West Coast
Hip hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go
This is that disrespectful, motherfuckin' West Coast
Hip hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go

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, wassup?

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