Joey Fatts - Many Men Lyrics
[Hook]Many men, wish death upon meNever trust a soul I go to church with my heatTurn into a holy ghost if you *****ing with meThat choppa spray and take his life awayMany men, many many many many menWish death upon meLord I don't cry no moreI just grab my 45 by the drawerHave mercy on me[Verse 1]Lord, please have mercy on my soulHit the graveyard and shoot his tomb because nothing's set in stoneIt's time to set the toneGrab the chrome and fiendPay them bills, dead as lineLike a cell phone (Uhhh)Niggas hate that we winninPoppin bottles with *****esChasing paper, It's a dangerous addictionBut listenCause money talks, they got them pies in the kitchenLock and load it's time to ride and shoots the eyes of a witness (uhh)All through my hood they sayin I'mma die tonightBy that mac with no revolver solve the problem rightWhile I ***** the world I keep my Camden condom tightChoppa shells divide bodies, subtract lifeThese niggas want me dead so I keep a hammer tuckedIn case he acting up, I wish he would he'll get hammered upSippin Coconut Ciroc, life's fabulousThere's no competition, they dying to catch me slippin[Hook][Verse 2]Nigga I don't trust a soulMy momma said she scared but I know I can hold my ownKeep some pistols by my bed in case these niggas in my homeLeave em like Dennis Rodman Infrareds on they dome, bet they leave me aloneDon't run from no niggaI got problems but not one's a whole niggaI been in these streetsTalkin slick will get your family deceasedAnd like a figure of speechThese semi's will speakI don't ***** with ***** niggasI ***** a nigga's *****And I don't chase a *****'s nigga unless she about to make me richMurk a nigga if he play with my chipsLook in his eyes and tell me off for my gripPop him quick and get the shit over withPop the Cris It's a celebration, my enemies deadAnd most of these ***** niggas hatin, my real niggas fedAnd that's all a nigga care aboutNever stress like they on GPS, we know they worry about ya[Hook]
