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Outta Sight/Outta Mind (The Datsuns) · Outta Sight/Outta Mind [Japan] (The Datsuns) · Outta Control (Eyez Low) · Outta Control (Baby Bash) · Outta Control (Outta Control) · Outta Control (Whoo Whee) · Outta Control (Outta Control) · Outta Control (50 Cent) · Outta Control (Krucial Styles) · 10 Cent Wings (Jonatha Brooke) – and 90 other albums »


[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
somethin in the water
Where I come from
They used to sing it on the corner
Where I come from
Making somethin outta nothing
Because everybody
Fifty cents from
I know is to show these ??? how it supposed to go

50 Cent
I'll teach ya how to Stunt

The Game
Countdown to Armageddon Motherfucker, Chuck Taylor in
Making somethin' outta nothing
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm getting yo ass

[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit
ever see you in the hood with it
Man everybody know, like everywhere I go
When 50 in club, just go outta control
You can blame it on Em, or blame it
hear me?

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again just to stay, on top
I recall memories, filled, with sin
Over
Yeah, Shady (Woo!)
Ha ha, 50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-G-UNIT
(Here we go again, yeah)
Uh huh, ha ha ha
Does it make you mad, when I switch my flow
You
cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence

You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!

Working for a rise,
Who started ladies night, man
Giving them pass with fifty cent drinks
Have they lost their mind?

Once you start something
You know its hard to stop
blocks
(ay) [5x]

[VERSE 2]

I'm on fire the kids outta control
competition want me to stop, drop, and roll
like i got a flame thrower and some
cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence

You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!

Working for a rise,
Now, listen... 
My paycheck after taxes barely pays the rent 
I do the town on Friday, by Tuesday, it's all spent. 
Two bucks an hour, this job ain't
Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil

You can be true, you can be false
and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil

You can be true, you can be
dough so yo
I needs dough, you needs dough, we needs dough so yo

Put on my thinkin' cap
Don't know to rap about the niggas gettin' outta state trap
ridin' with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and them
G Unit records ain't no motherfuckin' stoppin' them

This is the story of a warrior and now you know it
True warriors
never could've told it
And I don't blame 50 Cent dawg turned the game around
The same thang I'm bou tto do now put this in ya mouth

[Chorus]
Writing rhymes at night in the house by myself
I open mailboxes, all I see was more bills
Gettin' cold chicken, walkin' down Ryan's hills
Askin' moms for 50
the sky tryin' to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin' they hate us with a passion
Mashin', still fresh in three-day
protection
It's fifty cent all your fucking life learn a lesson
I'm small but deadly, break a nigga down
I know you heard my name cause nigga I get around
Jeremy Lee had an ice-creamery. On the evening of October 10th he lost fifty-five dollars and seventy cents, was shot twice in the chest and again in
the funkadelic relic
(bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it)

James Todd Smith and nine years old
When Sugarhill was in control
I'm listenin'
ridin' with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and them
G Unit records ain't no motherfuckin' stoppin' them

This is the story of a warrior and now you know it
True warriors
and you ain't the only one
She had me drankin' smokin' losin' my mind
Outta control, I had to slow my roll
I was rollin in the fast lane
Thought I was