50 Cent
"Many Men (Video Version)"

50 Cent
Many Men (Video versoin)

[50 Cent]
We both came up on the gritty
streets of Jamaica Queens.
Two street kids now men.
It's sad it had to end this way.
But before I go into that, lets start
from the beginnin'
(sound of rewinding tape)

[skit]
(2 men in a car)
Man 1: I've been waitin' to fuck this
clown B.
Man 2: Ok, shits done. Are you
ready to do this?
Man 1: Are you crazy? I'm ready to
fuck this clown. Son, please get me
across the street!
Man 2: Are you ready to do this?
Man 1: Im ready! Im ready! Yo! Get
me across the the street!
(50 Cent walks out of building)
Lemme go! Lets go! Lets go!
(50 Cent is shot, hits wall of building
(champagne bottle popping), and
hits floor)

[50 Cent]
Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dog and I can't see
I'm try'n to be what I'm destined to
be
And niggas try'n to take my life away
(C'mon!)
I put a hole in a nigga for fuckin' 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 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 '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

Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it
wouldn't for rain
Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it
wouldn'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 say 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?("homie"
echoes once)

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

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 veteran 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 fuckin' breathin'

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]
We both came up on the gritty
streets of Jamaica Queens
Two street kids, now men.
Its sad it had to end this way
(50 cents is flipped and dropped)