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lirik lagu scream on em – the game


“scream on em”
(feat. swizz beatz)

[swizz beatz]
yeah… y’all really want this to happen? (game time!)
c’mon! … arrrrrrrrgh!

[the game]
homey it’s hard not to kill n*gg*z; it’s like a full time job
not to pull out the steel and shove it in your grill
young california got that m*ss appeal
i summons the hood, they get up in yo’ *ss for real
knockout flow, winky wright jab for real
and all you n*gg*z p*ssy, need m*ssengil
see i’m the gun-c*cker, one-shotter, lift ’em off the ground
chop ’em down, like a cantaloupe, my flow the antidote
sick flow, it’s so, motherf*ckin six-fo’
your b*tch know, hop in the back when you see swizz hoe
diss that, all you n*gg*z get up off my d*ck so
i can cook crack on the track and watch it mix slow
cocaine, my flow fire, call it propane
every n*gg* know game, five shots no pain
and that’s the reason why i’m sh*ttin on you n*gg*z
shut me in the looney bin, i’m sicker than you n*gg*z

[chorus: repeat 2x]
(arrrrrrrrgh!)
this is that disrespectful, motherf*ckin west coast
hip-hop death blow, swizz beatz, let’s go!

[the game]
where i’m from, i seen the most stand up n*gg*z lay down
where skinny n*gg*z make buff n*gg*z victims of that trey-pound
and g*ngb*ngers is the sharpshooters, we don’t need no rooftops
just knock his *ss down and take the money out his tube socks
west coast n*gg*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 he*rs* back, and take a lyrical dirt nap
i roll with the hardest n*gg*z, make money with the smartest n*gg*z
i ain’t got time for you f*ckin artist n*gg*z
better shut your trap before you become a target n*gg*
y’all army brats i’m the motherf*ckin sargeant n*gg*
beauty pageant-*ss n*gg*z on the runway
(boyz n the hood) ’til they see the n*gg* in that red hyundai
blow his f*ckin back out, cause i’m the rap stackhouse
black wall street b*tch, the hip-hop crackhouse, what?

[chorus]

[the game]
my flow opposite of handsome, it’s ugly
hip hop tantrum, sick, call the sh*t cancer
one man show cause i f*cked all the dancers
let the critics ask questions, my alb*m be the answer
these n*gg*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 alb*m 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*gg*

[chorus]

[swizz beatz]
we in the motherf*ckin buildin man
you ain’t got your motherf*ckin mind right?
you gon’ get your mind blown out your motherf*ckin mind right n*gg*
it is what the f*ck it is man
how y’all wanna cut the cake?
you touch this you get your hands cut off, n*gg*
swizz beatz the motherf*ckin monster
game is in the motherf*ckin buildin
we could turn this whole motherf*ckin world red n*gg*
b*tch!


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