Royce da 5'9'' Many men (Remix) Lyrics:
(Background starts)Hey, yo,im the king of this mutha fucka, I'm the king
detroit, You do what I say nigga you know what I'm saying
nigga,we gonna smoke this nigga proof(I don't know man that nigga P got a lot of niggas)
yo fuck dat u shot dat, der der he go right there,get dat nigga
king of detroit nigga!(wut up now proof wut 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 a nigga for fuckin wit me,
He ain't coming dollo facing horny
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.

Man these pussy niggas put money on head,
go and get your reffa, cuz motha fucka 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'm rhyme, something special happens every time.
I'm the dopest, something like Roy Jones in his prime.
I walk the blocks off the jungle, got a problem then fuck you.
Show you what my gun do, if u actin unhumble.
Be for real, punk niggas, your new to the beef.
Ask any playa in the 'D', your new to the streets.
Ya'll ain't from 7 mile, and y'all ain't wild.
Fuck a boom, when you hear that *click* it's a gun!

(chorus)
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.

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Now there wouldnt be real, if it wasnt for no heart.
If there wasnt 8 mile, there wouldnt be Oak park.
Death gotta be easy, cuz life is hard.
Murk you in the afterlife, and send you twice to God.
This is for my niggas on the yard doing they time.
The real murkers in Detroit, that shine on the ground.
I heard about that little hit, that u put in the hood.
But your shoota fiendin to get shot if ain't gone do no good.
I'm like MG for shady, you can call me 'the Don'.
If you Micheal mothafucka, you gonna die in the storm.
king switch sides on me, let cash ride on me
Thought we was cool, why you want me to die hommie?

(Chorus)

You know how many mothafuckas wanna hear your bone break?
PA 7 Mile, FA's on may
School craft LA mack and Bwick(note: I am
sure this is not what he said!)
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 muthafuckas on the grind.
Are you blind nigga, can't read between the lines.
From Cameon, Rico Shocka and
G-low(note:once again I am sure it's wrong)
Rock man, First born, boxy and Dbow.
Now it's clear, I'm here for a real reason.
He do a a hit, I do a hit, lets see whos still breathin.
*gasp*

(Chorus Changes)
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 preserved my dog, pour
a round on the curb for ya'll.
Your R.I.P.

Many friends,
I lost to this game, and this cocksucka coome namin names.
So many hommies 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 I'm always gonna walk the 'D'
Many friends, many many many many friends,
That died on me.
I shall preserved my dogs, pour
a round on the curb for y'all
Your R.I.P.
Lyrics: Many men (Remix), Royce da 5'9'' [end]