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Album: Get Rich or Die Tryin'

Song: Many Men (Death Wish)

 

[Lloyd Banks]

Man we gotta go get something to eat man

I'm hungry as a motherfucker

 

[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 fuck!?

 

[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 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 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 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 my 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 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 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 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 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 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

 

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

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Guest WebsterUno

Watch out you might get what you're after

Cool babies strange but not a stranger

I'm an ordinary guy

Burning down the house

 

Hold tight wait till the party's over

Hold tight We're in for nasty weather

There has got to be a way

Burning down the house

 

Here's your ticket pack your bag: time for jumpin' overboard

The transportation is here

Close enough but not too far, Maybe you know where you are

Fightin' fire with fire

 

All wet hey you might need a raincoat

Shakedown dreams walking in broad daylight

Three hun-dred six-ty five de-grees

Burning down the house

 

It was once upon a place sometimes I listen to myself

Gonna come in first place

People on their way to work baby what did you except

Gonna burst into flame

 

My house S'out of the ordinary

That's might Don't want to hurt nobody

Some things sure can sweep me off my feet

Burning down the house

 

No visible means of support and you have not seen nuthin' yet

Everything's stuck together

I don't know what you expect starring into the TV set

Fighting fire with fire

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nottelling

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

oh wait...its in my profile..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

dam

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Originally posted by plastyk

krieoner is not available

 

 

oh thats right im at work, and they dont have AIM no their computer

 

my bad

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