[Many Men (Wish Death) Album Version]
[Lloyd Banks]
Man we gotta get some to eat man
I'm hungry in 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 me
Blood in my eye dog and I can't see
I'm trynna be what I'm destined to be
And niggas trynna take my life away
I put a hole in a nigga for fuckin' 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
[50 Cent]
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
[50 Cent]
Now these pussy niggas puttin' money on my head
Go on 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, somethin' special happen every time
I'm the greatest, some 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 my waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy this beef ain't over
[50 Cent]
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon 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
[50 Cent]
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 gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This is for my niggas on the block, twistin' trees in cigars
For the niggas on lock, doin' 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 niggas ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie
[50 Cent]
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon 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
[50 Cent]
Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back
I know he protected me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares niggas keep pulling techs on me
Psyic says some bitch done 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 fuckin' breathin'...
[50 Cent]
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon 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
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[Many Men (Wish Death) Video Version]
50 Cent
Many Men (Video versoin)
[50 Cent]
We both came up on the gritty streets of Jamaica Queens.
Two street kids now men.
It's sad it had to end this way.
But before I go into that, lets start from the beginnin'
(sound of rewinding tape)
[skit]
(2 men in a car)
Man 1: I've been waitin' to fuck this clown B.
Man 2: Ok, shits done. Are you ready to do this?
Man 1: Are you crazy? I'm ready to fuck this clown. Son, please get me
across the street!
Man 2: Are you ready to do this?
Man 1: Im ready! Im ready! Yo! Get me across the the street!
(50 Cent walks out of building)
Lemme go! Lets go! Lets go!
(50 Cent is shot, hits wall of building(champagne bottle popping), and hits floor)
[50 Cent]
Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dog and I can't see
I'm try'n to be what I'm destined to be
And niggas try'n to take my life away (C'mon!)
I put a hole in a nigga for fuckin' 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 niggas 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 my waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy this beef ain't over
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 'pon me
Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wouldn't for rain
Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wouldn't for pain
Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars
For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars
I don't say 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 niggas ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?("homie" echoes once)
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 'pon 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
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 veteran 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 fuckin' breathin'
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 'pon me
[50 Cent]
We both came up on the gritty streets of Jamaica Queens
Two street kids, now men.
Its sad it had to end this way
(50 cents is flipped and dropped)
 lyrics submitted by Mike lyrics corrected by samo231 on 17-10-2009 |
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