The Game Scream On 'Em (Feat. Swizz Beatz) Lyrics

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

Homey it's hard not to kill n____z; 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' a__ for real
Knockout flow, Winky Wright jab for real
And all you n____z p____, need Massengil
See I'm the gun-c___er, one-shotter, lift 'em off the ground
Chop 'em down, like a cantaloupe, my flow the antidote
Sick flow, it's so, m_________in six-fo'
Your b____ know, hop in the back when you see Swizz hoe
Diss that, all you n____z get up off my d___ so
I can cook crack on the track and watch it mix slow
Cocaine, my flow fire, call it propane
Every n____ know Game, five shots no pain
And that's the reason why I'm s___tin on you n____z
Shut me in the looney bin, I'm sicker than you n____z

(ARRRRRRRRGH!) 2×
This is that disrespectful, m_________in West coast
Hip-hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go!

Where I'm from, I seen the most stand up n____z lay down
Where skinny n____z make buff n____z victims of that trey-pound
And g_______ers is the sharpshooters, we don't need no rooftops
Just knock his a__ down and take the money out his tube socks
West coast n____z 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 n____z, make money with the smartest n____z
I ain't got time for you f___in artist n____z
Better shut your trap before you become a target n____
Y'all army brats I'm the m_________in sargeant n____
Beauty pageant-a__ n____z on the runway
(Boyz N The Hood) 'til they see the n____ in that red Hyundai
Blow his f___in back out, cause I'm the rap Stackhouse
Black Wall Street b____, the hip-hop crackhouse, what?

(ARRRRRRRRGH!) 2×
This is that disrespectful, m_________in 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 s___ cancer
One man show cause I f___ed all the dancers
Let the critics ask questions, my album be the answer
These n____z 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 n____

(ARRRRRRRRGH!) 2×
This is that disrespectful, m_________in West coast
Hip-hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go!

(We in the m_________in buildin man
You ain't got your m_________in mind right?
You gon' get your mind blown out your m_________in mind right n____, Wassup'
It is what the f___ it is man
How y'all wanna cut the cake?
You touch this you get your hands cut off, n____
Swizz Beatz the m_________in monster
Game is in the m_________in buildin
We could turn this whole m_________in world red n____
In this b____!)