Lyrics Outta Control (Remix) - Mobb Deep , 50 Cent
It′s
the
infamous
Mobb,
M-O-B-B
We
can't
be
touched
nigga,
can′t
you
see?
(G-Unit!)
You
do
you
man,
'cause
me
I'm
gon′
do
my
thang
You
know
I
do
my
thang
I′ma
get
my
drink
on
and
party
like
it's
okay
Trust
me
man,
it′s
okay,
bounce
with
me
in
slow
mo'
When
they
hear
the
kid
in
the
house
they
like
oh
no
50
got
′em
lockin'
again,
they
open
again
Got
′em
sippin'
on
that
juice
and
gin
You
could
find
me
in
the
background
burnin'
that
backwood
Stylin′
and
stuntin′,
doin'
my
two
step
frontin′
Now
I'ma
tell
you
what
′em
told
me,
homie
Just
lose
the
Parental
Discretion
Advised,
this
is
grown
folk
music
Now
blend
in
with
me,
as
I
proceed
to
break
it
down
It's
always
off
the
chain
man,
when
I
′m
around
I
play
the
block
bumpin',
it
was
all
for
the
dough
I
get
the
club
jumpin',
′cause
I′m
sick
with
flow
You
know
it's
sold
out,
like
wherever
I
go
I
jam
packed
the
show
man,
that′s
fo'
sho′
I
got
the
info
you
already
know
Man
I
get
it
poppin'
in
the
club,
everybody
show
me
love,
let′s
go
You
know,
I
got
what
it
takes
to
make
the
club
go
outta
control
Quit
playin',
turn
the
music
up
a
little
bit
Bounce
with
me
now
shorty,
let's
get
into
it
You
know,
I
got
what
it
takes
to
make
the
club
go
outta
control
Quit
playin′,
turn
the
music
up
a
little
bit
Bounce
with
me
now
homie,
let′s
get
into
it
You
wanna
search
me
then
search
me
but
hurry
up
'cause
I′m
thirsty
I
need
that
grind
in
my
system
P,
on
my
side
twistin'
In
club
today
for
the
chick
they
go
both
ways
Let
me
see
that
ID
just
for
proof
With
the
drink
till
the
burn
is
gone
Hit
the
dancefloor
like
a
scene
from
soft
porn
Before
it
pop,
make
me
sign
a
disclaimer
Try
to
get
me
on
some
pop
shit,
these
chicks
will
frame
ya
But,
in
any
event,
keep
fuckin′
with
50
it
make
sense
Cents,
into
them
dollars,
the
hoes
wanna
holla
But
you
lookin'
at
a
nigga
that
done
came
from
the
squalla
Now
my
buddy
so
domed
I
could
pop
ya
collar
Now
follow,
say
nothin′,
let
me
see
you
swallow
In
my
crib
got
the
co-ed
back
the
new
problem
In
the
club
feed
them
liquor
of
the
wise,
we
starvin'
So
much
green
gettin'
twisted
like
Botanical
Garden,
let′s
go
You
know,
I
got
what
it
takes
to
make
the
club
go
outta
control
Quit
playin′,
turn
the
music
up
a
little
bit
Bounce
with
me
now
shorty,
let's
get
into
it
You
know,
I
got
what
it
takes
to
make
the
club
go
outta
control
Quit
playin′,
turn
the
music
up
a
little
bit
Bounce
with
me
now
homie,
let's
get
into
it
You
already
know
how
it
go,
I
bang,
I
shine
I
play,
I
stay,
I′m
goin'
for
miles
I′m
young,
I'm
black,
I'm
rich
and
yes
I′m
ghetto
than
the
motherfuckin′
project
steps
I'm
cool,
I′m
calm,
you
lookin'
real
stressed
I′m
strapped,
I'm
armed,
kid
hold
your
head
I′m
known
for
Gat
poppin',
when
I
got
problems
I
don't
run,
I
just
gun
you
all
up
But
we
ain′t
come
here
to
start
no
drama
We
just
lookin′
for
our
future
baby
mama's
With
money,
with
face,
with
style
and
body
I
cook,
I
clean,
I
swear
that
mami
Just
as
long
as
you
don′t
go
off
and
tell
nobody
I
go
down
low,
I'm
lyin′,
I'm
tryin′
my
best
to
let
you
know
Sugar
pop
get
at
P
The
Doc
beat
make
it
easy
to
get
'em
in
the
bed
sheets
You
know,
I
got
what
it
takes
to
make
the
club
go
outta
control
Quit
playin',
turn
the
music
up
a
little
bit
Bounce
with
me
now
shorty,
let′s
get
into
it
You
know,
I
got
what
it
takes
to
make
the
club
go
outta
control
Quit
playin′,
turn
the
music
up
a
little
bit
Bounce
with
me
now
homie,
let's
get
into
it
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