Many Men (wish Death) Lyrics - Get Rich Or Die Trying - 50 Cent

Man we gotta go get something to eat man yeah 

I'm hungry as a motherfucker 

Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son? 

50, calm down, here he come 

Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!? 

Ahh! son, pull off! pull off! 

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 niggas trying to take my life away 

I put a hole in a nigga for fucking with me 

My back on the wall, now you gon' see 

Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me 

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'Cause I'll come and take your life away 

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 

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 

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Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over 

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 

Sunny 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 niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars 

For the niggas 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 niggas ride on me 

I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie? (homie) 

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 

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 illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines 

In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around 

Homie 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 breathin' 

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