(Lloyd Banks]
Man we gotta go get something to eat man
I'm hungry as a mother
[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 in the world?!?!?!
[50 Cent]
Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!
[50 Cent]
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 guys trying to take my life away
I put a hole in friend of mine for messing around 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 upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Now these wussy guys putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund mother, 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 butt what my gun do
Got a temper dude, go'head, lose your head
Turn your back on me, get caught and lose your legs
I walk around belt on my waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I do another song in your face, dude, this beef ain't over
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon 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 tu
