50 Cent, Mobb Deep - Outta Control - Remix

It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B (haha) We can't be touched nigga, can't you see (G-Unit) You do you, man 'Cause me I'm 'gon do my thing You know I do my thing 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're like, "Oh no" 50 got 'em locin' 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 it Parental discretion's 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 the flow You know it's sold out, like wherever I go I jam packed the show, man, that's for sure 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 brown in my system P, on my side twistin' In club duvet for the chick to go both ways Let me see that ID just for proof Or pour the drink 'til the vermin's gone Hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn Before it pop, make 'em sign a disclaimer Tried to get me on some Pac shit, these tricks will frame ya (word) But, in any event, keep fuckin' with 50 it makes sense Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla But you lookin' at a nigga that done came from the squalor Now my money so long, I can pop your collar Now follow, say nothin', let me see you swallow In my crib got the co-ed bathroom, no problem In the club feed them liquor, otherwise 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 mines 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 mamas 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