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    "Many Men (Wish Death)" Lyrics

    50 Cent

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    Genre:Hip-Hop, Rap
    Duration:00:04:47
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    [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)
    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Curtis James Jackson, Darrell Branch, Frederick J. Perren, Keni St. Lewis, Luis Edgardo Resto.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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