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50 Cent
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Many Men (Green Mix)
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 ahead, 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
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 So many bitches don't like me 'cuz I don't Gotta get on my knees to make a couple more G's I left the hood so when you talk about me but I ain't too far to come back and lay your ass on the streets
See, I don't think they understand, you can't interrupt god's plans So stop fucking wit me 'cuz I'm not that type of bitch So I'll fill your brain with every in this clip, so stop fucking with me
You better watch what you say when you talk about me I ain't Fox, not Kim, not Eve, I'm fully capable of burn all three I'm a threat to this game like a deadly disease I'm the reason why these broads is about to go bankrupt
They coppin' minx and jewels, I was stacking the cake up I'm 19 now and I'm goin' on 20 and I'll be damned if Berma walks around wit her pockets empty I from the dark part of the ghetto, I been through hunger Let's pretend
I'm death comin' and I got your number I put you in your grave where the good ones slumber Everybody in the hood knows I'm the new world wonder I'm a young chic doing it, shittin' on haft these hoes
Everything I spit sounds so supernatural And broads wanna hate and I laugh at those 'Cuz Berma flip the script and turn around and clap a hoe
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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