50 cent - Many Men(Wish Death)
Lloyd
Banks
Man
we gotta go get something to eat man
I'm
hungry as a motherfucker
50
Cent
Ay
yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?
Lloyd
Banks
50,
calm down, here he come
9
Shots
Banks
and 50 Cent
Ahh,
ohh, what the fuck!?
50
Cent
Ahh!
son, pull up! pull up!
Intro
Many
men, wish death upon me
Blood
in my eye dawg and I can't see
I'm
trying to be what I'm 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
I'll come and take your life away
Many
men, many, many, many, many men
Wish
death 'pon me
Lord
I don't cry no more
Don't
look to the sky no more
Have
mercy on me
Now
these pussy niggaz putting money on my head
Go
on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
I'm
the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
I'm
the underground king and I ain't been crowned
When
I rhyme, something special happen every time
I'm
the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
I
walk the block with the bundles
I've
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 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 ain't over
Chorus:
Many
men, many, many, many, many men
Wish
death 'pon me
Lord
I don't 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
Some
days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
Joy
wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
Death
gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
It'll
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
don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
Quick
these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
I'm
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
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, niggaz keep pulling techs on me
Psych
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
ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are
you illiterate nigga? You can't 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's clear that I'm here, for a real reason
'Cause
he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing
Chorus