Many Men
2Pac feat. 50 Cent Lyrics

Man we gotta go get something to eat man I'm hungry than a motherfucker
I am extremely hungry, let's go get some food.

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

50, calm down man, he comin'
Relax 50, he's coming.

(Ah) Oh, what the fuck? (oh) Ah son, pull up! pull up!
What's happening? Hurry up and get here!

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 (c'mon) Put a hole in a 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
A lot of people want me dead, and it's making it hard for me to see clearly. I'm just trying to live my life and fulfill my destiny, but people are trying to kill me. So, if you mess with me, I'll be forced to end your life.

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
Many people want me dead, but I don't cry anymore. I don't pray to God for help either, just have mercy upon 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 my waist, chip on my shoulder 'Til I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
People are putting out bounties on my life, but they won't succeed. I'm like a diamond in rough, undiscovered but still valuable. When I rap, I create something special. I may not have the title, but I'm still the king of the underground. I carry my drugs and have remained humble, but that doesn't mean I won't fight back. If you cross me, I won't hesitate to shoot you. I walk with a gun on my waist, daring anyone to test 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
We wouldn't appreciate the good days if we didn't experience the bad. Life can be tough, so death may seem like a release, but it can scar you in every way.

This is for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars I don't say, "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? (homie)
I'm dedicating this to my friends on the street, smoking and drinking. And to my friends locked up for life. I can't say that only God can judge me because I see the reality. The system targets me, the black man. I'm like a mafia boss, the Don. Like Malcolm X, willing to do whatever it takes to survive. One of my friends betrayed me and led others to kill me, I thought we were cool.

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 Tecs 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 (breathing)
Every night, I talk to God, but he doesn't answer me. I still have my gun with me, even though I believe God is protecting me. I have nightmares where people are pointing guns at me. I believe someone put a curse on me. When I got shot, the police didn't know anything, but I found out that someone named Tuck got arrested. I don't want to have to explain everything to you, can't you read between the lines? What goes around, comes around. The person who almost shot me got killed three weeks later. It's clear that I am here for a reason because that person got shot like I did, but he didn't make it.

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
Many people want me dead and it has hardened my heart. I don't cry anymore or pray for help. I just need mercy for myself and others who are in similar situations.