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 Many man (wish 
 50 Cent
 
 Lloyd Banks
 Man we gotta  get something to eat man
 I'm  as a motherfucker
 
 50 Cent
 Ay yo man, damn what's taking  so long son?
 
 Lloyd Banks
 50, calm down, here he 
 
 9 Shots
 
 Banks and 50 
 Ahh,  what the fuck!?
 
 50 Cent
 Ahh!  pull up! pull up!
 
 Intro
 Many men,  death upon me
 Blood in my eye  and I can't see
 I'm trying to be what I'm destined to 
 And niggaz trying  take my life away
 I put a hole in nigga  fucking with me
 My back on the wall, now  gon' see
 Better watch how you  when you talk about me
 Cause  come and take your life away
 
 Many men, many, many, many, many 
  death 'pon me
 Lord I don't cry  more
 Don't look to  sky no more
 Have mercy  me
 
 Now these pussy  putting money on my head
 Go on and get your refund  I ain't dead
 I'm the diamond in the dirt, that  been found
  the underground king and I ain't been crowned
 When I rhyme, something special  every time
 I'm the greatest,  like Ali in his prime
 I walk the block with the 
  been knocked on the humble
 Swing the ox when I 
 Show your  what my gun do
  a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head
 Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your 
 I  around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
 Till I bust a  in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
 
 Chorus:
 Many men, many, many,  many men
 Wish  'pon me
 Lord I don't cry no 
  look to the sky no more
  mercy on me
 Have mercy on  soul
 Somewhere  heart turned cold
 Have mercy on many 
 Many, many, many, many 
 Wish death  me
 
 Some days wouldn't  special, if it wasn't for rain
  wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
 Death gotta be  'cause life is hard
 It'll leave you physically, mentally, and  scarred
 This if for my niggaz on  block, twisting trees and cigars
 For the niggaz on lock, doing  behind bars
  don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
 Quick these crackers will  my black ass a hundred years
 I'm like Paulie in  you can call me the Don
 Like  by any means, with my gun in my palm
 Slim switched sides on me, let niggaz ride on 
 I  we was cool, why you want me to die homie?
 
 Chorus
 
 Every night  talk to god, but he don't say nothing back
 I know he protecting me, but I still stay with  gat
 In my  niggaz keep pulling techs on me
 Psych says some bitch dumb, put  hex on me
 The feds didn't know much, when  got shot
 I got a kite from  pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
 I ain't gonna spell it out for  motherfuckers all the time
 Are you illiterate  You can't read between the lines
 In the bible it says, what goes around, comes 
 Almost  me, three weeks later he got shot down
 Now it's  that I'm here, for a real reason
 'Cause  got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing
 
 Chorus