I'm All Turnt Up - 50 Cent

shakin`
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I`m all turnt up, I`m all turnt up
[50 Cent - Verse 1]
I got a body full of tens
I got a stash full of ends
I got that 64 Regal sittin` on 20″ rims
Got that Beamer that Bentley
I got that 63 Benz
And a white b-tch to suck dick like tomorrow`s the end
Call her head back the Hoover I think the way she maneuver
Up and down, up and down, and a n-gga head whirl `round
She`s a fellatio pro, I get off watching her go
She get to takin` it deep, and put a n-gga to sleep
[Chorus]
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
N-gga I`m all turnt up, My body is shakin`
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I`m all turnt up, I`m all turnt up
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
N-gga I`m all turnt up, my body is shakin`
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I`m all turnt up, I`m all turnt up
[50 Cent - Verse 2]
Its on now, `cause these b-tches gyrating
We strapped right, cause n-ggas be violatin`
Party poppin` she goin` drop it she aint stoppin`
Sittin` watchin` system knockin` hips rockin` p-ssy poppin` tic-toc-in
make it rain trick, make it, make it, make it rain trick
Play the stake b-tch, shit make us both rich
F-ck the wimp shit its certified pimp shit
I aint nothin` like the n-ggas you done been with
[Chorus]
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
N-gga I`m all turnt up, My body is shakin`
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I`m all turnt up, I`m all turnt up
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
N-gga I`m all turnt up, my body is shakin`
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I`m all turnt up, I`m all turnt up
[50 Cent]
It look like my mind playin` tricks on me
Tricks on me, tricks on me
Me I`m never trippin` for a b-tch homie
b-tch homie, I`m rich homie
Turn it up!
Thats 14 out of 14 muthaf-cka
You n-ggas see me
Lamborghini top down ridin` round this muthaf-cka
You n-ggas aint sayin nothin`
Know I got that muthaf-ckin tre pound, 6 shots muthaf-cka I let itrotate
N-ggas see me, ask me where Lloyd Banks at?
N-gga I dont live where the f-ck that Lil` n-gga at
I aint heard from him
F-ck Yayo too n-gga , I`m on some new shit
F-ck the group n-gga
I`ma introduce you to my new n-ggas
Uh, its 0-11
I figured out whats the thing with this make It aint me, its thesen-ggas
Its the Roc, I`m on my Jay Z shit
Nah nah, f-ck the group man
I`m on my Beyonce shit
I`m on my way to the top godammit
yeah
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Source: 50Cent - I`m All Turnt Up Lyrics

6 Out Of 6 (Get Gully) - 50 Cent

hoes, thats a wholly different story Find out the baby aint mine, right there on Maury Me I have the whip fishtail, trunk full of fishscale Raw market itself, sucka the shit sell Thats 36 o`s of love, give me kiss, give me love Get to talk in codes, the phones bugged This Ferrari I get to the green, half man, hald machine *Tu, tu, tu* I`m on ya head with the air So focused ferocious, I shoot ya pretty ass out them Gucci loafers You`re f-cking with the damage one The firm one that God gave the gift Stop the hater shit, you wanna have it Why would you be mad I dun made it bitch [Hook] Tell me how do you need it, the tongue or the razor You running, I`m coming to get you boy You can hide if you need but nothing can save ya Times running out, I`ma get ya boy (Freeway) Get get gully, g-g-get gully Get get gully, g-g-get gully We get gully and we get money Them schemin` ass chicks can`t get shit from me [50 Cent - Verse 2] Rain drops from heaven the angels cryin` It`s raining outside, envision my gun firin` Red and white flashes, the police coming N-gga you aint hittin` none, why the f-ck are you running I make your momma wish your ass was a stillborn When that eagle get to chirping on the front lawn Where`s teh love, I don`t know but here`s the snub Sucker barrel swallow the slug, die like a thug You know it`s actually not deserving it To f-ck with me, you`d rather tongue kiss the serpent Don`t cry we all die It`s simply a thing of time N-gga one scene from the club will shatter your spine Uh, the last of my breed, criminal tendancies inside of an emcee F-ck around I will draw you Run from me, I will get you Forgot I`m nice, I will prompt you [Hook] [50 Cent] One, two, fifty coming for you Three, four, better lock ya door Five, six, grab ya crucifix Seven, eight, don`t stick up late The monsters back Yeah, I take a point So I can hit their head I`M NICE! - Source: 50 Cent - 6 Out Of 6 (Get Gully) Lyrics