Many Men (Wish Death)
(专辑: Get Rich Or Die Tryin' - 2003)
[50 Cent and Lloyd Banks:] Man, we gotta go get something to eat Man, I'm hungry as a
motherfucker Ayo man, damn What's taking homie so long, son? 50, calm down, he coming [*gunshots*] Ahh, ohh! What the
fuck?! Ah, son, pull off, pull off [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 (C'mon) 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 [50 Cent:] 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 [50 Cent:] Now man, 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 happened 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 [50 Cent:] 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 'pon me [50 Cent:] 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 twisting trees in cigars For the
niggas on lock doing life behind bars I
don't say "Only God can judge me," 'cause I
see things clear Crooked-ass 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? [50 Cent:] 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 'pon me [50 Cent:] 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 TECs on me Psychic says some bitch done 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 Tut got knocked I
ain't gon' 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 "Hommo" 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 [50 Cent:] 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 'pon me