Get Em Shawty

Lyrics

[Chorus: Juicy J & Killer Mike] Get 'em, got 'em, shawty, drag his ass out the club Get 'em, got 'em, shawty, drag his ass out the club Get 'em, got 'em, shawty, drag his ass out the club Get 'em, got 'em, shawty, drag his ass out the club Get 'em, got 'em, shawty, drag his ass out the club Get 'em, shawty, get 'em Get 'em, shawty, get 'em When you see 'em, ain't no excuses Let that thang hit 'em [Verse 1: Killer Mike] I've been spying on this fuck, it done broke too long Grab that ski mask and the t-a-tone, then it's on God damn it, I′ma get it, come hell or high water Feed my two little boys, and y′alls are done for Chillin' 'cause I passed and did it with with 10 million I'll have a kick down your house to help your spouse and children Somebody call up King Kong Think the rap game turned me lame? You dead wrong I be sittin' in the bushes of your home Pissin' in a Coke can, waitin' for you to come home When I kick in the door, grippin' the .44 All you heard was, "Killer, don't shoot me no more!" Put a squeeze on the victim like a tangerine Hit the safe, get the money, and I'm fleein' the scene You hear the Chevy pipes screamin' as I bend the corner That′s the victim in the kitchen, damn near in a coma Yeah [Chorus: Juicy J & Killer Mike] Get 'em, got 'em, shawty, drag his ass out the club Get 'em, got 'em, shawty, drag his ass out the club Get 'em, got 'em, shawty, drag his ass out the club Get 'em, got 'em, shawty, drag his ass out the club Get 'em, got 'em, shawty, drag his ass out the club Get 'em, shawty, get 'em Get 'em, shawty, get 'em When you see 'em, ain't no excuses Let that thang hit 'em [Verse 2: Killer Mike] I think about how broke I would have been I could've been, I should've been If I didn't get up 'bout the Benjamins Rollin' on them twanky twankies, distributin′ The Glock is on my abdomen, I'm carryin' Packages of blow and heroin Down at 22nd, Mississippi, and back again My mama and her preacher in my ear again They tellin' me the life I′m leadin' is leadin′ sin again But then again, every second Sundayis my Monday I'm contributin′ in his collection I'm asking God for protection A nina with the red beamer down the lane That's my choice of weapon, watch where you steppin' I nickname my heater "Preacher" 'Cause when he speak up, his word will put you closer to Jesus Hoes down, G's up Hittin' low on the blow, see Killer for a re-up Nigga, what? [Chorus: Juicy J & Killer Mike] Get 'em, got 'em, shawty, drag his ass out the club Get 'em, got 'em, shawty, drag his ass out the club Get 'em, got 'em, shawty, drag his ass out the club Get 'em, got 'em, shawty, drag his ass out the club Get 'em, got 'em, shawty, drag his ass out the club Get 'em, shawty, get 'em Get 'em, shawty, get 'em When you see 'em, ain't no excuses Let that thang hit 'em [Verse 3: DJ Paul] Now these bitches ain't runnin' shit but y'all mouth Cause the first step, the first hater get tossed out I done already ran the ball, so they click out These niggas lost in the sauce, up in they clique now They don't know if they should run, or should they duck down They best to get the fuck 'cause I'm 'bout to buck now Triple 6 and King Kong, from the Dirty South When he stomp, he bring the whole fuckin' roof down [Verse 4: Juicy J] Now if you high and you know it And your eyes really show it Let me see you clap your hands Now if you drunk as a skunk And you know you on that funk Let me see you clap your hands It's the Juice Man, always ghetto fab I'm the black Donald Trump I'm ridin' a heavy Chevy In my lap, I got a pump I'm wearing a white T, and my pockets swollen lumps We twenty niggas deep, and we be ready if you jump In Memphis, Tenn, we gangsta walk In A.T.L., they stomp But [?], that nigga take a shot And snort a pump [Chorus: Juicy J & Killer Mike] Get 'em, got 'em, shawty, drag his ass out the club Get 'em, got 'em, shawty, drag his ass out the club Get 'em, got 'em, shawty, drag his ass out the club Get 'em, got 'em, shawty, drag his ass out the club Get 'em, got 'em, shawty, drag his ass out the club Get 'em, shawty, get 'em Get 'em, shawty, get 'em When you see 'em, ain't no excuses Let that thang hit 'em