[Produced by Darrell "Digga" Branch, Eminem & Luis Resto]
[Interlude: 50 Cent and (Lloyd Banks)]
(Man, we gotta go get somethin' to eat
Man, I'm hungry as a motherf**er
Ayo man, damn
What's taking homie so long, son?
(50, calm down, he coming)
*9 Gunshots*
(Ahh, ohh, what the f**)
Ah, son, pull off, pull off)
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Many men wish d**h upon me
Blood in my eye, dawg, and I can't see
I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
And n***as trying to take my life away
I put a hole in n***a for f**ing 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 d**h 'pon me
Lord, I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Now these p**y n***as putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund, motherf**er, 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 a** what my gun do
Got a temper, n***a, 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, p**y, this beef ain't over
[Hook: 50 Cent]
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish d**h 'pon 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 d**h upon me
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Sunny days wouldn't be special if it wasn't for rain
Joy wouldn't feel so good if it wasn't for pain
d**h gotta be easy, ‘cause life is hard
It'll leave you physically, mentally and emotionally scarred
This is for my n***as on the block twisting trees in cigars
For the n***as on lock doing life behind bars
I don't say "Only God can judge me," ‘cause I see things clear
Crooked-a** crackers will give my black-a** 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 n***as ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die, homie?
[Hook: 50 Cent]
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish d**h 'pon 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 d**h upon me
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
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 n***as keep pulling TECs on me
Psychic says some b**h done 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 Tut got knocked
I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherf**ers all the time
Are you illiterate, n***a? You can't read between the lines
In the Bible it says what goes around comes around
"Hommo" 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 f**ing breathin'
[Hook: 50 Cent]
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish d**h 'pon 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 d**h upon me