50 Cent - Many Men (Wish Death)

Letra de música de 50 Cent, Many Men (Wish Death)

Many Men (Wish Death)


Vídeo de 50 Cent, Many Men (Wish Death)

[Lloyd Banks] 

Man we gotta go get something to eat man 

I'm hungry as a motherfucker

[50 Cent] 

Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?

[Lloyd Banks] 

50, calm down, here he come 

[9 Shots]

[Banks and 50] 

Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!? 

[50 Cent] 

Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!

[Intro: 50 Cent - singing] 

Many men, wish death upon me

Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see

I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be

And niggaz trying to take my life away

I put a hole in 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 I'll come and take your life away

Many men, many, many, many, many men

Wish death 'pon me

Lord I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

[Verse One] 

Now these pussy niggaz putting money on my head

Go on and get your refund motherfucker, 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 ass what my gun do

Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head

Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs 

I walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder

Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over

[Chorus - singing] 

Many men, many, many, many, many men

Wish death '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 death upon me

[Verse Two] 

Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain

Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain

Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard

It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred

This if for my niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigars

For the niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars

I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear

Quick these crackers will give my black ass 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 niggaz ride on me

I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

[Chorus] 

[Verse Three] 

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, niggaz keep pulling techs on me

Psych says some bitch dumb, 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, Tuck got knocked

I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time

Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines

In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around

Almost 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 fucking breathing

50 Cent. - P.I.M.P.

Letra de música de 50 Cent. PIMP

P.I.M.P.

50 Cent


Vídeo de 50 Cent, PIMP

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars

She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada

That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana

She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna

I spit a little G man, and my game got her

A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada

Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her

I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her

She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk

She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York

I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head

I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread

I could care less how she perform when she in the bed

Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid

Look baby this is simple, you can't see

You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me

If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P

Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy

Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P

Come get money with me, if you curious to see

how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P

Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV

From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P

Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball

We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all

We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall

If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call

I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall

If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small

That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit

I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

I told you fools before, I stay with the tools

I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels

I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused

She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes

I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper

Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her

Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know

You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low

Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street

Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat

Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread

The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head

Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch

Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six

Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch

Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness

In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know

They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster

I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH