[50 Cent & Berma] Many men, wish death upon me Blood in my eye dawg and I cant see Im trying to be what Im 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 Ill come and take your life away Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me Lord I dont cry no more Dont 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 aint dead Im the diamond in the dirt, that aint been found Im the underground king and I aint been crowned When I rhyme, something special happen every time Im the greatest, something like Ali in his prime I walk the block with the bundles Ive been knocked on the humble Swing the ox when I rumble Show your ass what my gun do Got a temper nigga, gohead, 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 aint over Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me Lord I dont cry no more Dont 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 [Berma] So many niggas don?t like me cuz I don?t hafta get on my knees to make a couple more G?s I?ll hafta hunt so when you talk about me but I ain?t threw before I come threw and lay your ass I the streets See, I don?t think they understand they can?t interrupt god?s plan So stop fucking wit me cuz I ain?t that type of bitch. So bring every bullet and such so stop fucking (Rap) You betta watch what you say when you talk about me I ain?t fox, not kim, not eve. I?m fully capable of burning all three I?m a threat to this game, like a deadly disease I?m the reason why these broads is about to go bankrupt They coppin minx and jewels I was stacking the cake up I?m 19 now and I?m goin on 20 and I?ll be damned if Berma walks around wit her pockets empty I from the dark part of the ghetto I been through hunger Let?s pretend I?m death comin and I got your number. I put you in your grave where the good ones slumber Everybody in the hood knows I?m the new world wonder I?m a young chic doing it, shittin on haft these hoes. Everything I spit sounds so supernatural And broads wanna hate and I laugh at those Cuz Berma flip the script and turn around and clap a hoe [50 cent & Bermam] Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me Lord I dont cry no more Dont 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
Artist: 50 Cent Berma
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