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Many Men Wish Death Lyrics – 50 Cent

    Many Men Wish Death is a popular song by 50 Cent from the 2003 album Get Rich or Die Tryin’. Check words to 50 Cent Many Men Wish Death Lyrics in English below.

    Many Men Wish Death Lyrics – 50 Cent 

    [Skit: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]
    Man, we gotta go get somethin’ to eat
    Man, I’m hungry as a motherfucker
    Ayo man, damn
    What’s takin’ homie so long, son?
    50, calm down, he coming
    (*nine gunshots*)
    Ahh, ohh! What the fuck?!
    Ah, son, pull off, pull off

    [Intro: 50 Cent]
    Many men wish death upon me
    Blood in my eye, dawg, and I can’t see
    I’m tryin’ to be what I’m destined to be
    And niggas tryin’ 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

    [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
    [Verse 1: 50 Cent]
    Now man, these pussy niggas puttin’ 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, somethin’ special happened every time
    I’m 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
    Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain’t over

    [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 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 niggas on the block twistin’ trees in cigars
    For the niggas on lock doin’ life behind bars
    I don’t say “Only God can judge me,” ‘cause I see things clear
    Crooked-ass 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?

    [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 mu’fuckas 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

     

    Writer(s): 50 Cent (Curtis Jackson), Darrell “Digga” Branch, John “J-Praize” Freeman

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