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