50 CENT - Many Men remix feat. Brooklyn & Berma Lyrics lyrics

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Many Men (Remix) feat. Brooklyn & Berma Lyrics

Artist(Band):50 Cent

50 Cent / chorus]

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

(50 cent)

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

[50 cent / chorus]

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

(Berma)

See many bitches don't like me cause

I don't gotta get on my knees to make a couple more G's

I left the hood so they talk about me

But I aint too far ill come back n lay yo ass on dees streets

See I don't think they understand

You cant interrupt God's plan

So stop fuckin wit me

Cuz im not that type of bitch

Ill fill ya ring wit every bullet in this clip so stop fuckin wit me

(Brooklyn)

You betta watch what you say when you talk about me

I ain't fox, not kim, not eve. I'm fully capable of burning 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

[50 cent & Berma]

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

{Fades out}