Many men (исполнитель: 50 cent)
Many Men [lloyd banks] Man we gotta go get something to eat man I'm hungry as a [bad word] [50 cent] Ay yo man, [bad word] what's taking homie so long son? [lloyd banks] 50, calm down, here [bad word] [9 shots] [banks and 50] Ahh, ohh, what the [bad word] #33;? [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 niggas trying to take my life away I put a hole in a [bad word] for [bad word] with me My back on the wall, now you gon' see Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me 'cause [bad word] 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 [bad word] niggas putting money on my head Go on and get your refund [bad word] 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 [bad word] Show your [bad word] what my gun do Got a temper [bad word] go'head, 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, [bad word] 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 Some 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 niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars For the niggas 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 [bad word] 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 niggas ride on me I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie? 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 gat In my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on me Psych says some [bad word] dumb, 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 [bad word] all the time Are you illiterate [bad word] you can't read between the lines In the Bible it says, what goes [bad word] 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 ain't [bad word] breathing 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