(Lloyd Banks]

Man we gotta go get something to eat man

I'm hungry as a mother



[50 Cent]

Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?



[Lloyd Banks]

50, calm down, here he come



[9 Shots]



[Banks and 50]

Ahh, ohh, what in the world?!?!?!



[50 Cent]

Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!



[50 Cent]

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 guys trying to take my life away

I put a hole in friend of mine for messing around 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 wussy guys putting money on my head

Go on and get your refund mother, 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 butt what my gun do

Got a temper dude, go'head, lose your head

Turn your back on me, get caught and lose your legs

I walk around belt on my waist, chip on my shoulder

Till I do another song in your face, dude, 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 tu