Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Many Men (Wish Death) , by - 50 Cent. Release date: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Many Men (Wish Death) |
| Man we gotta go get something to eat man |
| I’m hungry as a motherfucker |
| Ay yo man, damn what’s taking homie so long son? |
| 50, calm down, here he come |
| Ahh, ohh, what the fuck?! |
| Ahh! |
| son, pull up! |
| pull up! |
| 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 nigga for fucking 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 'pon me Lord I don’t cry no more |
| Don’t look to the sky no more |
| Have mercy on me Now these pussy niggaz putting money on my head |
| Go on and get your refund motherfucker, 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 ass what my gun do Got a temper nigga, 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, pussy, this beef ain’t over |
| 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 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 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 ass 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? |
| 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 bitch 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 motherfuckers all the time |
| Are you illiterate nigga? |
| 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 ain’t fucking breathing |