[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah this is what you call inner city blues
Now that I got you here I got your attention (I'm a winner winner)
I wanna welcome you all to the winner's circle
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
I'm a winner winner, look I gotta win
After I win I got to win over again
Please don't confuse a, n**** for a loser
Watch me maneuver, with the Ruger
Look I gotta win
[50 Cent]
By any means, I'm a 7 or 11
Trip'-6 or a Cee-Lo, you ain't hear that from me though
My occupation's operation get money
Got that beam on that 9; got that money on my mind
Got no patience, man I grind like I'm runnin out of time
See the sun shine reflect off my shine, you're blind
You write hot lines like mine lines, you're signed
That b**** bad, her a** so fat class she mine
I'm addicted to it, me I got to win
Over and over and over again
This quest for the paper is never gon' end
So to my competition here's the message I send
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Man you ain't a shooter, you ain't a robber
You talk like a mobster, you f***** blogger
I say some hard s*** you wan' say somethin harder
Smack the s*** out you, you wan' run to the law huh?
This movie's a rerun, you seen this before
She used a vibrator and she suck on your boy
I stand out like a sore thumb, I'm hard to ignore
You get addicted to the d*** then have to go through withdrawals
After I go through the drawers, I'm back on my grizzly
Back gettin busy, causin a frenzy
It's nuttin new to me, there's nuttin they could do to me
that ain't been done to me - this is fun for me
[Chorus]
Yeah this is what you call inner city blues
Now that I got you here I got your attention (I'm a winner winner)
I wanna welcome you all to the winner's circle
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
I'm a winner winner, look I gotta win
After I win I got to win over again
Please don't confuse a, n**** for a loser
Watch me maneuver, with the Ruger
Look I gotta win
[50 Cent]
By any means, I'm a 7 or 11
Trip'-6 or a Cee-Lo, you ain't hear that from me though
My occupation's operation get money
Got that beam on that 9; got that money on my mind
Got no patience, man I grind like I'm runnin out of time
See the sun shine reflect off my shine, you're blind
You write hot lines like mine lines, you're signed
That b**** bad, her a** so fat class she mine
I'm addicted to it, me I got to win
Over and over and over again
This quest for the paper is never gon' end
So to my competition here's the message I send
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Man you ain't a shooter, you ain't a robber
You talk like a mobster, you f***** blogger
I say some hard s*** you wan' say somethin harder
Smack the s*** out you, you wan' run to the law huh?
This movie's a rerun, you seen this before
She used a vibrator and she suck on your boy
I stand out like a sore thumb, I'm hard to ignore
You get addicted to the d*** then have to go through withdrawals
After I go through the drawers, I'm back on my grizzly
Back gettin busy, causin a frenzy
It's nuttin new to me, there's nuttin they could do to me
that ain't been done to me - this is fun for me
[Chorus]