50 Cent "Many Men (Wish Death)" |
[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 ================================================ [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) Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |