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fifty - juan rios lyrics

[intro: 50 cent]
many men wish death upon me
blood in my eye, dawg, and i can’t see
i’m tryin’ to be what i’m destined to be
and n*ggas tryin’ to take my life away (c’mon)
i put a hole in a n*gga for f*ckin’ 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 p*ssy n*ggas puttin’ money on my head
go on and get your refund, motherf*cker, i ain’t dead
i’m the diamond in thе dirt that ain’t been found
i’m the underground king, and i ain’t been crowned
whеn 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, n*gga, 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
till i bust a clip in your face, p*ssy, 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 n*ggas on the block twistin’ trees in cigars
for the n*ggas 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 n*ggas ride on me
i thought we was cool, why you want me to die, homie?

- juan rios lyrics

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