50 Cent Many Men - many many many mp3

Lloyd Banks
Man we gotta go get something to eat man
Im hungry as a motherfucker

50 Cent
Ay yo man, damn whats taking homie so long son?

Lloyd Banks
50, calm down, here he come

9 Shots

Banks and 50
Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!?

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

Intro: 50 Cent - singing
Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dawg and I cant see
Im trying to be what Im destined to be
And niggaz trying to take my life away
I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me
My back on the wall, now you gon see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
Cause Ill come and take your life away

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death pon me
Lord I dont cry no more
Dont look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me

Verse One
Now these pussy niggaz putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I aint dead
Im the diamond in the dirt, that aint been found
Im the underground king and I aint been crowned
When I rhyme, something special happen every time
Im the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles
Ive been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I rumble
Show your ass what my gun do
Got a temper nigga, gohead, lose your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef aint over

Chorus - singing
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death pon me
Lord I dont cry no more
Dont 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

Verse Two
Some days wouldnt be special, if it wasnt for rain
Joy wouldnt feel so good, if it wasnt for pain
Death gotta be easy, cause life is hard
Itll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This if for my niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigars
For the niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars
I dont see only god can judge me, cause I see things clear
Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
Im 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 niggaz ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

Chorus

Verse Three
Every night I talk to god, but he dont say nothing back
I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling techs on me
Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me
The feds didnt know much, when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
I aint gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you illiterate nigga? You cant 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 its clear that Im here, for a real reason
Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he aint fucking breathing

Chorus