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