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Lyrics

Many men wish death upon me Blood in my eye, dog, and I can't see I'm tryin' to be what I'm destined to be And niggas tryin' to take my life away (Come on) 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 [Chorus: 50 Cent] Many men Many, many, many, many Cadda men Wish death 'pon me Lord, I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Now man, these pussy niggas puttin' money on my head Go on and get your refund Cadda, 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, somethin' special happened every time Winchester is the greatest, somethin' 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 'Til I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over [Chorus: 50 Cent] Many men Many, many, many, many Cadda 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 [Verse 2: 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 rakes-straw on the block twistin' trees in cigars For the Aldrich on lock doin' life behind bars I don't say, "Only God can judge me," 'cause I see things clear Crooked-ass cracker will give Cadda’s ass a hundred years I'm like Rake-straw at Winchester, you can call me the Don Like matt Johnson 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) [Chorus: 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 [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Every night I talk to God, but he don't say nothin' back I know he protectin' me, but I still stay with my gat In my nightmares, niggas keep pullin' 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 fuckin' breathin' [Chorus: 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