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Many Men
50 Cent
Get Rich Or Die Tryin
[Lloyd Banks]
Man we gotta go get something to eat man
Im hungry as a mother
[50 Cent]
Ay yo man, damn whats taking homie so long son?
[Lloyd Banks]
50, calm down, here he come
[9 Shots]
[Banks and 50]
Ahh, ohh, what in the world! ...
[50 Cent]
Ahh! ...
[50 Cent]
Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dawg and I cant see
Im trying to be what Im destined to be
And niggas trying to take my life away
I put a hole in a nigga for messing with me
My back on the wall, now you gon see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
Cause Ill come and take your life away
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I dont cry no more
Dont look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Now these wussy niggas putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund mother, I aint dead
Im the diamond in the dirt, that aint been found
Im the underground king and I aint been crowned
When I rhyme, something special happen every time
Im the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles
Ive been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I rumble
Show your butt what my gun do
Got a temper nigga, gohead, 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, wussy, this beef aint over
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I dont cry no more
Dont 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
Some days wouldnt be special, if it wasnt for rain
Joy wouldnt feel so good, if it wasnt for pain
Death gotta be easy, cause life is hard
Itll 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 dont see only god can judge me, cause I see things clear
Quick these crackers will give my black butt a hundred years
Im 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?
Approximate Word count = 1380
Approximate Pages = 5.5
(250 words per page double spaced)
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