Many Men (Clean) Lyrics
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Many Men (Clean) Lyricsby 50 Cent Buy album CD: Other Songs MAG - WIN (Lloyd Banks] Man we gotta go get something to eat man I'm hungry as a mother [50 Cent] Ay yo man, damn what's 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! son, pull up! pull up! [50 Cent] Many men, wish death upon me Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be And guys trying to take my life away I put a hole in friend of mine for messing around with me My back on the wall, now you gon' see Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me 'Cause I'll come and take your life away Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me Lord I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Now these wussy guys putting money on my head Go on and get your refund mother, 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 special happen every time I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime I walk the block with the bundles I've been knocked on the humble Swing the ox when I rumble Show your butt what my gun do Got a temper dude, go'head, lose your head Turn your back on me, get caught and lose your legs I walk around belt on my waist, chip on my shoulder Till I do another song in your face, dude, this beef ain't over Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me Lord I don't cry no more Don't 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 Sunnny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred This if for my dudes on the block, twisting trees in cigars For the n dudes on lock, doing life behind bars I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear Quick these crackers will give my black butt a hundred years I'm 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 my friends and guys ride on me I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie? (Allen Iverson aka Jewelz) Look, Aaron Mckie's gay He just won't get out my way AI's the best player in the NBA and Mckie plays like a faggot every day Aiyyo, Eric Snow can't score He piles up enough bricks to build me a store In west philadelphia where I was born and raised On the playground is where I made fun of most of the gays So whose whiter, Todd Macculloch or Keith Van Horn They both been hicks since the day they was born They're both white so it makes a great debate and keith van horn definatley ain't straight So if he's not straight, what does that make It makes him gay and There best not be any gays on team usa Or I'll pull out my nine and shoot all day and I dont' mean shoot the rock I'm talking about shooting my glock This ain't no joke, I ain't Chris Rock Don't make fun of my armband cuz it looks like a sock (50: Yeah, shady aftermath) Nicknames are plenty, jewels the answer and bubba chuck my styles trendy, it rules but the rest of philly sucks I hate playin with derrick coleman Stop shooting jumpers and take it to the hole man Even John salmons is better than greg buckner One more thing, I hate rucker I hate my coach too motherfudger Ain't nobody whiter than Larry Brown Grew up in this gay hick lil town Yeah, I threw my wife out the house naked and pulled a knife on some gay kid The police are chasin me The FBI is tracin me They'll never get the answer It's like finding a cure to cancer I got quick feet like a ballet dancer Always park vallet, gangsta So if there's a point to my rhymes it ain't agaisnt the law to commit crimes It's the only way to escape these tough times Life on the street ain't over even though I'm a star Just yesterday I had to steal Baron Davis' car Had no way to get home So I had to rob Jerry Sloan You think I feel bad for stock and malone? Everybody says they're importance to the game was so vital But maybe if they weren't so white they would have won a title (50: Tell 'em AI) Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me Lord I don't cry no more Don't 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 Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my friend In my nightmares, friends keep pulling techs on me Psyic says some dumb girl, put a hex on me The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time Are you illiterate man? You can't read between the lines In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason 'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he's having trouble breathing (Iverson: Pac's alive, he's keith van horn!) Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me Lord I don't cry no more Don't 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
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