50 Cent: Many men

(Lloyd Banks)Man we gotta go get something to eat manI'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)Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!?(50 Cent)Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!(50 Cent)Many men, wish death upon meBlood in my eye dawg and I can't seeI'm trying to be what I'm destined to beAnd niggas trying to take my life awayI put a hole in a nigga for fucking with meMy back on the wall, now you gon' seeBetter watch how you talk, when you talk about me'Cause I'll come and take your life awayMany men, many, many, many, many menWish death upon meLord I don't cry no moreDon't look to the sky no moreHave mercy on meNow these pussy niggas putting money on my headGo on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't deadI'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been foundI'm the underground king and I ain't been crownedWhen I rhyme, something special happen every timeI'm the greatest, something like Ali in his primeI walk the block with the bundlesI've been knocked on the humbleSwing the ox when I rumbleShow your ass what my gun doGot a temper nigga, go'head, lose your headTurn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legsI walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulderTill I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't overMany men, many, many, many, many menWish death upon meLord I don't cry no moreDon't look to the sky no moreHave mercy on meHave mercy on my soulSomewhere my heart turned coldHave mercy on many menMany, many, many, many menWish death upon meSome days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rainJoy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for painDeath gotta be easy, 'cause life is hardIt'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarredThis if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigarsFor the niggas on lock, doing life behind barsI don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clearQuick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred yearsI'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the DonLike Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palmSlim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on meI thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?Many men, many, many, many, many menWish death upon meLord I don't cry no moreDon't look to the sky no moreHave mercy on meHave mercy on my soulSomewhere my heart turned coldHave mercy on many menMany, many, many, many menWish death upon meEvery night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing backI know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gatIn my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on mePsych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on meThe feds didn't know much, when Pac got shotI got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knockedI ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the timeAre you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the linesIn the bible it says, what goes around, comes aroundAlmost shot me, three weeks later he got shot downNow it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fukcing breathingMany men, many, many, many, many menWish death upon meLord I don't cry no moreDon't look to the sky no moreHave mercy on meHave mercy on my soulSomewhere my heart turned coldHave mercy on many menMany, many, many, many menWish death upon me