Many Men (Remix) Feat. Berma

[50 Cent & Berma] 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 a nigga for f**king 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 pus*y niggas putting money on my head Go on and get your refund motherf**ker, 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 a*s 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 Till I bust a clip in your face, pus*y, 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 turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me [Berma] So many bitches don’t like me cuz I don’t Gotta get on my knees to make a couple more G’s I left the hood so when you talk about me but I ain’t too far, to come back and lay your a*s on the streets See, I don’t think they understand you can’t interrupt god’s plans So stop f**king wit me cuz Im not that type of bitch. So I'll fill your brain with every in this clip so stop f**king with me. (Rap) You betta watch what you say when you talk about me I ain’t fox, not kim, not eve. I’m fully capable of burn all three I’m a threat to this game, like a deadly disease I’m the reason why these broads is about to go bankrupt They coppin minx and jewels I was stacking the cake up I’m 19 now and I’m goin on 20 and I’ll be damned if Berma walks around wit her pockets empty I from the dark part of the ghetto I been through hunger Let’s pretend I’m death comin and I got your number. I put you in your grave where the good ones slumber Everybody in the hood knows I’m the new World wonder I’m a young chic doing it, Shittin on haft these hoes. Everything I spit sounds so supernatural And broads wanna hate and I laugh at those Cuz Berma flip the script and turn Around and clap a hoe [50 cent & Bermam] 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 turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me