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Lloyd Banks
Man we gotta go get somethin' to eat man I'm hungry as a motherfucker
50 cent
Ay you man, damn what's takin' hommie so long, son?
Lloyd Banks
50, calm down, here he come
(Gun shouts)
Lloyd/50
Ahh, oh, what the fuck!
50 cent
nigga getin the car, pull off
50 cent
Many men
wish death upon me
blood in my eyes dog and I can't see
I'm tryin' to be what I'm destined to be
and niggas tryna take my life away
I put a hole in a nigga for fuckin' wit' me
My back on a wall
now you gon' see
better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
'cause I'll come and take you 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 pussy niggas puttin money on my head
go'n get cha refund mafucker, 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, somethin' special happen every time
I'm the greatest, somethin' like Ali in his prime
I walk the block wit' the bundles
I've been knocked in the humble
swing the ox when I rumble
show ya ass what my gun do
Gotta temper nigga, go 'head, lose ya head
Turn ya back on me, get clapped, and lose ya leg
I walk around wit my gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder
'till I bust a clip in ya face, pussy, this beef ain't ova
chorus
Many men, 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 is for my niggas on the block twistin' trees and cigars
for da niggas on lock, doin' life behind bars
I don't see only God can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
I'm like Paulie and Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
Slim switches sides on me, let niggas ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die hommie, hommie
Chorus
Every night I talk to God, but he don't say nothin' back
I know he protectin' me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggas keep pullin' techs. on me
Psych says some bitches 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 gon' spell it out for you mutherfickers all the time
Are you illiterate nigga, you ain'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 reason
'cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fuckin' breathin'
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