Many Men (Wish Death)

Many men, many, many, many, many men
And niggaz trying to take my life away
Many men, many, many, many, many men
'Cause, I'll come and take your life away
Wish death upon me, Lord I don't cry no more
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
Slim switched sides on me, let niggaz ride on me
{Ahh, ohh, what the fuck?}
Wish death upon me, Lord I don't cry no more
Now these pussy niggaz putting money on my head
Wish death upon me
Have mercy on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned
Have mercy on many men, many, many, many, many men
Don't look to the sky no more

I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder
Got a temper nigga, go ahead, lose your head

I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
I know He protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
My back on the wall, now you gon' see
Pull up! Pull up!}

I don't see only God can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
Many men, wish death upon me
I'm trying to be, what I'm destined to be
Have mercy on my soul, somewhere my heart turned cold
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
Wish death upon me, Lord I don't cry no more
I walk the block with the bundles
Wish death upon me
Wish death upon me, Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more, have mercy on me
In my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling techs on me
Have mercy on my soul, somewhere my heart turned cold
Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me
Have mercy on many men, many, many, many, many men
{Ahh! Son
Have mercy on many men, many, many, many, many men
I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
I'm like Paulie in good fellas, you can call me the Don
Show your ass what my gun do
It'll leave you physically, mentally and emotionally scarred
Don't look to the sky no more, have mercy on me

'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing
Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines
Swing the ox when I rumble
{50, calm down, here he come}
I've been knocked on the humble
In the Bible it says, "What goes around, comes around"
The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot
For the niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars
This if for my niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigars
Some days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
Many men many, many, many, many men
Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason
Have mercy on my soul, somewhere my heart turned cold
Blood in my eye, dawg and I can't see

Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
Many men, many, many, many, many men

Don't look to the sky no more, have mercy on me

Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm

When I rhyme, something special happen every time
Every night I talk to God, but He don't say nothing back
{Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?}
I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years