50 Cent - Many Men lyrics

Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin (2003)

[Lloyd Banks]
Man we´ve got to go get smth to eat man
I am hungry as a motherf*cker

[50 Cent]
Ay yo man, damn what´s taking homie so long son?

[Lloyd Banks]
50, calm down, here he come

[9 Shots]

[Banks & 50]
Ahh, ohh, what the f*ck!?

[50 Cent]
Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!

[50 Cent]
Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dog & I cannot see
I am trying to be what I am destined to be
And niggas trying to take my life away
I put a hole in a nigga for f*cking with me
My back on the wall, now you gon´ see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
´Cause I will come & take your life away

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I do not cry no more
Don´t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me

Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head
Go on & get your refund motherf*cker, I aint dead
I am the diamond in the dirt, that aint been found
I am the underground king & I aint been crowned
When I rhyme, smth special happen every time
I am the greatest, smth like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles
I have been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I rumble
Show your ass what my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go´head, lose your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped & lose your legs
I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder
Until I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef aint over

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I do not cry no more
Don´t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me

Sunnny days wouldn´t be special, if it wasn´t for rain
Joy wouldn´t feel so good, if it wasn´t for pain
Death have got to be easy, ´cause life´s hard
It will leave you physically, mentally, & emotionally scarred
This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees in cigars
For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars
I do not see only god can judge me, ´cause I see things clear
Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred yeahrs
I am like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I do not cry no more
Don´t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me

Every night I talk to god, but he don´t say nothing back
I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on me
Psyic says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me
The feds didn´t know much, when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
I aint going to spell it out for you motherf*ckers all the time
Are you illiterate nigga? You can not read between the lines
In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
Now it is clear that I am here, for a real reason
´Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he aint fukcing breathing

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I do not cry no more
Don´t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me

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