Many Men [Wish Death] [Italian translation]

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 niggas 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

Now these pussy niggas 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

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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

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 niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars

For the niggas 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 niggas ride on me

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

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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, niggas keep pulling techs on me

Psychic says some bitch 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, 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

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• Artist:50 Cent
• Album:Get Rich or Die Tryin' (2003)