[Lloyd Banks]
Man we gotta go get something to eat man
I'm hungry as a motherfucker

[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 the fuck!?

[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 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

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 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

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 if for my niggas on the block, twisting
trees and cigars
For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars
I don't see 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?

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

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 illiterate 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
fucking breathing

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