[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]
Riding in this bucket, all broke too long
Ski mask and [?] it's on
Goddamn it, [?] from hell or high water
Feed my tool up, [?]
Chillin' 'cause Outkast did it with 10 mill
Still kick [?] house, tie up your spouse and children
Somebody called up King Kong
Think the rap game turned me lame? You dead wrong
I be sitting in the bushes of your home
Pissing in a coke can, waiting for you to come home
When I kick in the door, gripping the 44
All you heard was Killer [?]
Squeeze on the victim, like a tangerine
Hit the safe, get the money, and I'm fleeing the scene
You hear the Chevy pipe screaming as I bend the corner
Left 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've been, I could've been
I should've been, [?] my Benjamins
I'm rolling on them [?]
The Glock is on my abdomen, I'm carrying
Packages of blow and heroin
[?] Mississippi and back again
My mama and her preacher in my ear again
They telling me to [?] sin again
But then again
Every second Sunday, [?] my money [?]
[?]
I'm asking god for protection
A nina with the red beam, [?] that's my choice of weapon
Watch where you steppin
I nicknamed my heater preacher
'Cause when he [?] his word, put you closer to Jesus
Hoes down, G's up
Getting low on the low [?] re-up
N***a 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 running, shut y'all mouth
'Cause the birds haters [?] get tossed out
[?]
These n***as 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, out the dirty south
When these [?] bring the whole fucking roof down

[Verse 4: Juicy J]
If you [?] 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 riding heavy Chevy, in my lap, I got a pump
I'm wearing a white T, and my pockets swole [?] lumps
20 n***as deep, and we be ready if you jump
In Memphis we gangsta walking, A.T.L., they stomp
[?] a n***a take [?]
[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