Many Men (Remix) lyrics

(Background starts)
Hey, yo, Im the king of this muthaf*cka, I'm the king of Detroit You do what I say what I say n*gga, yo dont say it we gonna smoke this n*gga 'Proof'
f*ck that you shoot that n*gga, right there, get that n*gga!
King Of Detroit, what up now fool, what up now n*gga!

[Intro-Singing:]
Many men, wish death upon P
Its hard to survive in the 313
I'm trying to be what Im destined to be
And n*ggas tryin to take my life away
I put a hole in the n*gga for f*ckin wit me
He ain't come dollo face in 1E
Watch what you say when you talk about me
Cuz I come and take your life away
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

[Verse 1]
Man these pus*y n*ggas put money on my head
Go and get your refund, cuz motha f*cka I ain't dead
I'm the dozen in the dirt, that ain't been found
The real king of the 'D' (sh*t) that ain't been crowned
When I rhyme, something special happens every time
Im the dopest, something like Roy Jones in his prime
I walk the blocks of the jungle, got a problem then f*ck you
Show you what my gun do, if you whack and unhumble
Be for real, punk n*ggas, yall new to the beef
Ask any playa in the 'D', yalll new to the streets
Ya'll ain't from 7 mile, and y'all ain't wild
f*ck a boom when you hear that *click* its a!
[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, cuz life is hard
Murk you in afterlife, and send you twice to god
This is for my n*ggas on the yard, doin their time
Them real murkers in Detroit, that shot on the grind
I heard about that little hit, that u put in the hood
But your shooter finna get shot it ain't gonna do no good
Im like MG for shady, you can call me 'the Don'
If you Micheal mothaf*cka, 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]
[Verse 3]
You know how many mothaf*ckas wanna hear your bone break?
PA 7 Mile, FA's on Me
School craft LA mack and B-wick
CCs Runyan Ave. That's who 'P' wit
The cops don't know much, where I tuck my Glock
I got the word from E-dog when Stuck got locked
Ain't gunna spell it out for you muthaf*ckas on the grind
Are you blind n*gga, can't read between the lines
From Cameon, Rico Shocka and G-low
Rock man, First born, boxy and Dbow
Now lets clear, Im here for a real reason
He do a a hit, I do a hit, lets see who's still breathin'
*gasp*

[Outro-Singing:]
Many Friends
I lost to this game, and this c*cksucka 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 ya'll
Your R.I.P
Many friends
I lost to this game, and this c*cksucka coome namin names
So many homies that passed away
Run up on him point-blank and blast away
For Lewon, Click-click, Bugs and Snook, Don't care bout all them drugs he took
Watch what you say when you talk about me, Cuz Im 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 R.I.P