(feat. Lloyd Banks)

[Lloyd Banks]

Man we gotta go get something to eat man
I'm hungry as a mother$#&@er


[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 the $#&@!?

[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 ^!$$%s trying to take my life away
I put a hole in a ^!$$% for $#&@ing 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 #~!!@ ^!$$%s putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund mother$#&@er, 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 $$# what my gun do
Got a temper ^!$$%, 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, #~!!@, 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

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 ^!$$%s on the block, twisting trees and cigars
For the ^!$$%s 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 $$# 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 ^!$$%s 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, ^!$$%s keep pulling techs on me
Psych says some 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 mother$#&@ers all the time
Are you illiterate ^!$$%? You can't read between the lines
In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around

Homie 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 $#&@ing 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