50 Cent - Outta Control Remix Lyrics

(feat. Mobb Deep)

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Intro: Havoc (50 Cent) 
It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B (Ha Ha) 
We can't be touched nigga can't you see (G-Unit!!!) 

50 Cent: 
You do you man cause me I'm 'gon do my thang (You know I do my thang) 
I'm a get my drink on and party like it's ok 

Verse 1: 50 Cent 
Trust me man it's ok bounce with me in slow mo 
When they hear the kid in the house it's 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'm a tell you What Em told me homey 
Just lose the 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 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 

Chorus: 50 Cent 
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 homey let's get into it 

Verse 2: Havoc 
You wanna search me than 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 to 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 cents 
Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla 
But you lookin at a nigga that done came from the squalla 
Now my buddy so gone I can pop ya collar 
Now follow same 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 I'm starvin 
So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go 

Chorus: 50 Cent 
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 homey let's get into it 

Verse 3: Prodigy 
You already know how it go I bang I shine 
I play I stay I'm goin for mine 
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 

Chorus: 50 Cent 
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 homey let's get into it 

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lyrics submitted by BabiiM on 20-07-2005
lyrics corrected on 01-06-2006