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[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 x2: 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, nigga 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 bitch bad, her ass 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 Letras de canciones[Chorus] [50 Cent:] Man you ain't a shooter, you ain't a robber You talk like a mobster, you fuckin blogger I say some hard shit you wan' say somethin harder Smack the shit 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 dick 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] From Letras Mania