Many Men (Remix)

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Proof - Rap, USA

Many Men (Remix)

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[Intro] (Hey, yo, I'm the king of this muthafucka, I'm the king of Detroit You do what I say what I say nigga, yo, don't say it, we gonna smoke this nigga Proof, fuck that you shoot that nigga, right there, get that nigga! King Of Detroit, what up now fool, what up now nigga!) Many men, wish death upon P It's hard to survive in the 313 I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be And niggas tryin' to take my life away I put a hole in the nigga for fuckin' with me Here comes Dolo, Face and Horny Watch what you say when you talk about me 'Cause I come and take your life away Many men, many many many many men, wish death upon me Dawg, I don't cry no more, don't look to the sky no more, have mercy on me [Verse 1] Man, these pussy niggas put money on my head Go and get your refund 'cause mothafucka I ain't dead I'm the dozen in the dirt, that ain't been found The real king of the D (Shit) that ain't been crowned When I rhyme, something special happens every time I'm the dopest, something like Roy Jones in his prime I walk the blocks of the jungle, got a problem then fuck you Show you what my gun do, if you acted unhumble Be for real, punk niggas, yall new to the beef Ask any playa in the D, y'all new to the streets Y'all ain't from 7 Mile And y'all ain't wild Fuck a boom When you hear that *Click* it's a gun! [Hook] Many men, many, many, many, many men wish death upon me Dog 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 [Verse 2] Now, there wouldn't be real, if it wasn't for no heart If there wasn't 8 Mile, there wouldn't be Oak Park Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard Murk you in afterlife and send you twice to God This is for my niggas on the yard, doin' their time The real Malcom's in Detroit, shot on the ground I heard about that little hit, that you put in the hood But your shooter finna get shot it ain't gonna do no good I'm like MG for shady, you can call me the Don If you Malcom mothafucka, you gon' die in the storm King switched sides on me, let Cash ride on me Thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie? [Hook] Many men, many, many, many, many men wish death upon me Dog 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 [Verse 3] You know how many mothafuckas wanna hear your bone break? PA 7 Mile, FA's Zone 8 School craft LA mack and B-wick CCs Runyan Ave. That's who 'P' with The cops don't know much, when I tuck my Glock I got the word from E-Dub when Stuck got locked Ain't gonna spell it out for you muthafuckas on the grind Are you blind nigga, can't read between the lines From Cameon, Rico Shocka and G-low Rock man, first born, boxy and D-bow Now, let's clear, I'm here for a real reason He do a a hit, I do a hit, let's see who's still breathin' *Gasp* [Outro] Many friends, I lost to this game And this cocksucka come namin' names So many hommies that passed away Run up on him, point-blank and blast away Many friends, many many many many friends, that died on me I shall have preserved my dog, poured out on the curb for y'all, your RIP Many friends, I lost to this game And this cocksucka come namin' names So many homies that passed away Run up on him point-blank and blast away For Lewon, Click-click, Bugz and Snook Don't care 'bout all them drugs he took Watch what you say when you talk about me 'Cause I'm always gonna walk the D Many friends many many many many friends, that died on me I shall preserve my dogs, pour out on the curb for y'all, yo RIP

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