50 Cent Many Men (feat 2pac) Lyrics

We gotta go get something to eat man
I´m hungry as a m_________er

[50 Cent]
Ay yo man, d___ what´s taking homie so long son?

[Lloyd Banks]
50 calm down we´re coming
[9 Shots]

[Banks and 50]
Ahh, ohh, what the f___!?

[50 Cent]
Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!

[50 Cent]
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 n____s trying to take my life away
I put a hole in a n____ for f___ing 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 upon me
Lord I don´t cry no more
Don´t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me

Now these p____ n____s putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund mother f___er, 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 a__ what my gun do
Got a temper n____, 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, p____, 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 n____s on the block, twisting trees and cigars
For the n____s 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 a__ 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 n____s ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

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, n____s keep pulling techs on me
Psych says some b____ 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 m_________ers all the time
Are you illiterate n____? You can´t read between the lines
In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
Hommo 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 f___in´ breathing