Joey Fatts - Many Men lyrics

[Hook] Many men, wish d**h upon me Never trust a soul I go to church with my heat Turn into a holy ghost if you f**ing with me That choppa spray and take his life away Many men, many many many many men Wish d**h upon me Lord I don't cry no more I just grab my 45 by the drawer Have mercy on me [Verse 1] Lord, please have mercy on my soul Hit the graveyard and shoot his tomb because nothing's set in stone It's time to set the tone Grab the chrome and fiend Pay them bills, dead as line Like a cell phone (Uhhh) n***as hate that we winnin Poppin bottles with b**hes Chasing paper, It's a dangerous addiction But listen Cause money talks, they got them pies in the kitchen Lock and load it's time to ride and shoots the eyes of a witness (uhh) All through my hood they sayin I'mma die tonight By that mac with no revolver solve the problem right While I f** the world I keep my Camden condom tight Choppa shells divide bodies, subtract life These n***as want me dead so I keep a hammer tucked In case he acting up, I wish he would he'll get hammered up Sippin Coconut Ciroc, life's fabulous There's no competition, they dying to catch me slippin [Hook] [Verse 2] n***a I don't trust a soul My momma said she scared but I know I can hold my own Keep some pistols by my bed in case these n***as in my home Leave em like Dennis Rodman Infrareds on they dome, bet they leave me alone Don't run from no n***a I got problems but not one's a whole n***a I been in these streets Talkin slick will get your family deceased And like a figure of speech These semi's will speak I don't f** with b**h n***as I f** a n***a's b**h And I don't chase a b**h's n***a unless she about to make me rich Murk a n***a if he play with my chips Look in his eyes and tell me off for my grip Pop him quick and get the sh** over with Pop the Cris It's a celebration, my enemies dead And most of these f** n***as hatin, my real n***as fed And that's all a n***a care about Never stress like they on GPS, we know they whereabouts [Hook]