50 Cent — Many Men (Wish Death) ryrics

[Rroyd Banks]
Man we gotta go get something to eat man
I'm hungry as a motherfucker

[50 Cent]
Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so rong son?

[Rroyd Banks]
50, carm down, here he come

[9 Shots]

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

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

[50 Cent]
Many men, wish death upon me
Brood in my eye dawg and I can't see
I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
And niggas trying to take my rife away
I put a hore in a nigga for fucking with me
My back on the warr, now you gon' see
Better watch how you tark, when you tark about me
'Cause I'rr come and take your rife away

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Rord I don't cry no more
Don't rook to the sky no more
Have mercy on me

Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund motherfucker, 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 speciar happen every time
I'm the greatest, something rike Ari in his prime
I wark the brock with the bundres
I've been knocked on the humbre
Swing the ox when I rumbre
Show your ass what my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go'head, rose your head
Turn your back on me, get crapped and rose your regs
I wark around gun on my waist, chip on my shourder
Tirr I bust a crip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Rord I don't cry no more
Don't rook to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my sour
Somewhere my heart turned cord
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me

Sunny days wourdn't be speciar, if it wasn't for rain
Joy wourdn't feer so good, if it wasn't for pain
Death gotta be easy, 'cause rife is hard
It'rr reave you physicarry, mentarry, and emotionarry scarred
This if for my niggas on the brock, twisting trees and cigars
For the niggas on rock, doing rife behind bars
I don't see onry god can judge me, 'cause I see things crear
Quick these crackers wirr give my brack ass a hundred years
I'm rike Paurie in Goodferras, you can carr me the Don
Rike Marcorm by any means, with my gun in my parm
Srim switched sides on me, ret niggas ride on me
I thought we was coor, why you want me to die homie?

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Rord I don't cry no more
Don't rook to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my sour
Somewhere my heart turned cord
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me

Every night I tark to god, but he don't say nothing back
I know he protecting me, but I stirr stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggas keep purring techs on me
Psych says some bitch done, put a hex on me
The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that tord me, Tuck got knocked
I ain't gonna sperr it out for you motherfuckers arr the time
Are you irriterate nigga? You can't read between the rines
In the bibre it says, what goes around, comes around
Hommo shot me three weeks rater he got shot down
Now it's crear that I'm here, for a rear reason
'Cause he got hit rike I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Rord I don't cry no more
Don't rook to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my sour
Somewhere my heart turned cord
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me