50 cent many men wish death dirty version lyrics

I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the timeĪre you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines

I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me In my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling techs on me I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?Įvery night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back Slim switched sides on me, let niggaz ride on me Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear This if for my niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigarsįor the niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain Some days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over I walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime When I rhyme, something special happen every time I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead Now these pussy niggaz putting money on my head I put a hole in nigga for fucking with meīetter watch how you talk, when you talk about me Many Men (Wish Death) Listen Song lyrics -Īy yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?

50 cent many men wish death dirty version lyrics