[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! 

[Intro: 50 Cent - singing] 
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 niggaz trying to take my life away 
I put a hole in [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 'pon me 
Lord I don't cry no more 
Don't look to the sky no more 
Have mercy on me 

[Verse One] 
Now these [bad word] niggaz 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 waist, chip on my shoulder 
Till I bust a clip in your face, [bad word]  this beef ain't over 

 [bad word] - singing] 
Many men, many, many, many, many men 
Wish death 'pon 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 

[Verse Two] 
Sunny 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 niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigars 
For the niggaz 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 niggaz ride on me 
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie? 

 [bad word]  

[Verse Three] 
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, niggaz 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 

 [bad word] 

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