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 Many man (wish 
 50 Cent
 
 Lloyd Banks
 Man we gotta go  something to eat man
  hungry as a motherfucker
 
 50 Cent
 Ay yo man, damn what's  homie so long son?
 
 Lloyd Banks
 50, calm down, here  come
 
 9 Shots
 
 Banks and 50 
 Ahh,  what the fuck!?
 
 50 Cent
 Ahh! son,  up! pull up!
 
 Intro
 Many men, wish death  me
 Blood  my eye dawg and I can't see
 I'm  to be what I'm destined to be
 And niggaz trying to  my life away
 I put a hole in nigga for fucking with 
 My  on the wall, now you gon' see
 Better watch how you talk, when you talk  me
 Cause I'll  and take your life away
 
  men, many, many, many, many men
 Wish  'pon me
 Lord I  cry no more
 Don't look to the sky no 
 Have  on me
 
 Now these pussy  putting money on my head
  on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
 I'm  diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
 I'm the underground  and I ain't been crowned
 When I rhyme,  special happen every time
 I'm the  something like Ali in his prime
  walk the block with the bundles
 I've been knocked on the 
  the ox when I rumble
 Show your  what my gun do
 Got a temper  go'head, lose your head
 Turn your back on  get clapped and lose your legs
 I walk  gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
 Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef  over
 
 Chorus:
 Many men, many, many,  many men
 Wish death  me
 Lord  don't cry no more
  look to the sky no more
 Have  on me
 Have  on my soul
 Somewhere my heart  cold
 Have mercy  many men
 Many, many, many, many 
 Wish  upon me
 
 Some days wouldn't  special, if it wasn't for rain
 Joy wouldn't feel  good, if it wasn't for pain
 Death gotta be easy, 'cause  is hard
 It'll leave  physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
 This if for my niggaz on the block, twisting  and cigars
  the niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars
 I don't see only god can judge  'cause I see things clear
 Quick these crackers will give my black ass  hundred years
 I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call  the Don
  Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
 Slim switched sides on me,  niggaz ride on me
 I  we was cool, why you want me to die homie?
 
 Chorus
 
 Every night I talk to god, but  don't say nothing back
 I know he protecting me, but I  stay with my gat
  my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling techs on me
 Psych says some bitch dumb, put  hex on me
 The feds didn't know much, when  got shot
 I got a kite from the pens that  me, Tuck got knocked
 I ain't gonna spell it out for  motherfuckers all the time
 Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the 
 In  bible it says, what goes around, comes around
  shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
 Now it's clear that I'm  for a real reason
 'Cause he got hit like I got  but he ain't fucking breathing
 
 Chorus