[Intro]
My Glock pop from blocks you can feel it
G-G-G-G-G-G, It’s the muthafuckin unit!
My shit knock for blocks, you can hear it
G-G-G-G-G…Its the muthafuckin unit!

[Chorus]
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
N***a I’m all turnt up, My trunk 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***a I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I got a trunk full of tens
I got a stash full of ends
I got that 64 Regal sittin’ on 20 inch rims
Got that Beamer that Bentley
I got that 63 Benz
And a white bitch to suck dick like tomorrow’s the end
Call her head game the Hoover I mean the way she maneuver
Up and down, up and down, and a n***a head spin ’round
She’s a fellatio pro, I get off watching her go
She get to takin’ it deep, and put a n***a to sleep
[Chorus]
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
N***a I’m all turnt up, My trunk 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***a I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
It's on now, ’cause these bitches gyrating
We strapped right, cause n***as be violatin’
Party poppin’ she goin’ drop it she ain't stoppin’
Sittin’ watchin’ system knockin’ hips rockin’ pussy poppin’ tic-toc-in
Make it rain trick, make it, make it, make it rain trick
Play the game bitch, shit make us both rich
Fuck the wimp shit its certified pimp shit
I ain't nothin’ like the n***as you done been with

[Chorus]
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
N***a I’m all turnt up, My trunk 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***a I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up
[Outro: 50 Cent]
It feel like my mind playin’ tricks on me
Tricks on me, tricks on me
Me I’m never trippin’ for a bitch homie
Bitch homie, I’m rich homie
Turn it up!
That's 14 out of 14 muthaf-cka
You n***as see me
Lamborghini top down ridin’ round this muthafucka
You n***as ain't sayin' nothin’
Know I got that muthaf-ckin' tre pound, 6 shots muthafucka I let it rotate
N***as see me, ask me where Lloyd Banks at?
N***a I don't know where the fuck that Lil’ n***a at
I ain't heard from him
Fuck Yayo too n***a, I’m on some new shit
Fuck the group n***a
I’ma introduce you to my new n***as
Uh
It's 0-11
I figured out what's the matter with this shit It ain't me, it's these n***as
It's the Roc
I’m on my Jay-Z shit
Nah nah
Fuck the group, man
I’m on my Beyoncé shit
I’m on my way to the top, godammit
Yeah