Get'em Shawty

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When you see him, ain't no excuses, let that body hit him

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When you see him, ain't no excuses, let that thing hit him
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When you see him, ain't no excuses, let that thing hit him

I've been spying on this fuck, it done broke too long
Grab that ski mask and the t-a-tone, and it's on
God damn it, I'ma get it, come hell or high water
Feed my two little boys and y'alls all

I'm chillin' 'cause I passed and did it with ten men
Ill have a kid blow your house to help your spouse and children
Everybody 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' a .44
All you heard was, "Killer, don't shoot me no more!"

Put your squeeze on the victim like a tangerine
Hit the safe, get the money, and I flee 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

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When you see him, ain't no excuses, let that thing hit him
Get him, got him, shot him, dragged his ass out the club
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Get him, shawty, get him, get him, shawty, get him
When you see him, ain't no excuses, let that thing hit him

I think about how broke I would have been
I could've been, I should've been
In fact, it did affect my visual, man
Rollin' on them 20 twins, 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' me to sin again
But then again, every second Sunday is my Monday
I'm contributin' in his collection
I'm askin' God for protection

Anita with the red beamer down the lane
That's my torture weapon, watch where you steppin'
I nickname my heater Preacher Club
When he speak up, his words will put you closer to Jesus
All's down Jesus
Hitting blow on the block street killer for the re-up
Nigga what?

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Get him, got him, shot him, dragged his ass out the club
Get him, shawty, get him, get him, shawty, get him
When you see him, ain't no excuses, let that thing hit him
Get him, got him, shot him, dragged his ass out the club
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Get him, shawty, get him, get him, shawty, get him
When you see him, ain't no excuses, let that thing hit him

Now these bitches ain't runnin'
Ship a child now
'Cause the first hater, step, the first hater
Gettin' tossed out

I done already ran the ball
So they click out
These niggas lost in the sauce
So then they click now

They don't know if they should run
Or should they duck down
They best to keep the phone
'Cause I'm 'bout to fuck now
Triple Six and King Kong
Love the dirty south
When he's drunk, we bring the whole fuckin' booth down

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 get a fam

I'm the black Donald Trump
I ride a heavy Chevy
In my lap, I got a pump
I'm wearin' the white tee

And my pockets full of nuns
We tour these niggas deep
And we be ready if you jump
In Memphis 10, we gangster walkin'
ATL, they stomp
But she's a wooden nigga
Take a shot and snort 'em

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Get him, got him, shot him, dragged his ass out the club
Get him, shawty, get him, get him, shawty, get him
When you see him, ain't no excuses, let that thing hit him
Get him, got him, shot him, dragged his ass out the club
Get him, got him, shot him, dragged his ass out the club
Get him, shawty, get him, get him, shawty, get him
When you see him, ain't no excuses, let that thing hit him