Outta Control - 50 Cent ft Mobb Deep

It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B (ha, ha)
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 sipping on that juice and gin
You could find me in the background burning that Backwood
Styling and stunting, doing my two-step fronting
Now I'ma 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 bumping, it was all for the dough
I get the club jumping, 'cause I'm sick with the flow
You know it's sold out, like wherever I go