[Skit: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]

Damn, you gotta go get somethin' to eat, man

I'm hungrier than a motherfucker, man

Ayo, man

Damn, what's takin' homie so long, son?

50, calm down, man, he coming

Ah (Oh, what the fuck?)

Ah, son, pull off, pull off

[Intro: 50 Cent]

Many men wish death upon me

Blood in my eye, dog, and I can't see

I'm tryin' to be what I'm destined to be

And niggas tryin' to take my life away (Come on)

I put a hole in a nigga for fuckin' 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

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

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 1: 50 Cent]

Now man, these pussy niggas puttin' 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, somethin' special happened every time

I'm the greatest, somethin' 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 my waist, chip on my shoulder

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

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

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 'pon 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

Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard

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

This is for my niggas on the block twistin' trees in cigars

For the niggas on lock doin' life behind bars

I don't say, "Only God can judge me," 'cause I see things clear

Crooked-ass 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? (Homie)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

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 'pon me

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]

Every night I talk to God, but he don't say nothin' back

I know he protectin' me, but I still stay with my gat

In my nightmares, niggas keep pullin' TECs 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 Tut got knocked

I ain't gon' 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

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 fuckin' breathin'

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

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 'pon me