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Genre
Charts
#24,864 in subgenre
Peak #173
Charts
Peak #8,381
Author
C^Mil
Rights
Big Nickel Enterprises(BNE)
Uploaded
August 03, 2003
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Lyrics
Many Men.. wish death upon Mil, cant live wit the fact that im too real, and i dont gotta tote that steel// so they tryin to take my life away...
I aint goin back down cuz of YOU, all i gotta say is FUCK YOU/ fuck you and ur lil rag-tag CREW, cuz u know that my first target is YOU//
Many Men... Many-Many-Many-Many Men wish death on Mil but i dont cry no more, i dont look to the sky no more, have mercy on me//
You say ur the don but no1 supports ur thesis, thast why ill volunteer ya soul and let u talk wit jesus/i know im levels ahead of u cuz ur in the ground beneath us,ill keep spittin flames while u decay to fieces//
i told ya wack assholes not to hound me, now u down by the river sleepin wit the fishes soundly//
i had ya ass beat-bound-and strapped, i know it cuz the cops found ya fuckin ass like that//
im gettin tired of dealin wit all u faggot niggas, the crowns on my head so just try and grab it nigga/how come im so hard? cuz this aint a habit nigga, ima cone thru ya cribs wit the automatics nigga//
i automatically knwo that u pussy, thast why im twice the man u ever could me/ its funny dealin wit ya rookies, emptyin ur plate and takin ya milk and cookies//
im lookin for exposure i told u nigga, im an honarary g unit soldier nigga/ dont fuck around cuz im a real cold ass nigga, kill u for my friends like ya ass owed em nigga//
im spittin crazy..i lost my grip, i can even feel when my sanity slips/ nigga come to war not fully equipped, like snappin twigs..thats hoo fast i off that bitch//
i see niggas rob and kills to smoke and snort, i just kill dumb mothafuckas like it was a sport/when u collect from me ya do' best not be short, or ull brains will be splattered all over the front porch//
for every 1 shot u take u gettin at least 20 shells, if u spit a clip ur ppl will be like "damn i aint him know well"/u talkin about over me u will prevail, but all that shit talk stopped the second u fell//
its a different mil comin off wit sum violent shit, but i got the mad lyrcism just to balance it//
hr small for his ya ass is still teethin, jumped the gun to soon thast why ya mommas grievin/tryin to merk me without a reason, i aint get shot but u know that mothafucka aint breathin//
Many Men.. wish death upon Mil, cant live wit the fact that im too real, and i dont gotta tote that steel// so they tryin to take my life away...
I aint goin back down cuz of YOU, all i gotta say is FUCK YOU/ fuck you and ur lil rag-tag CREW, cuz u know that my first target is YOU//
Many Men... Many-Many-Many-Many Men wish death on Mil but i dont cry no more, i dont look to the sky no more, have mercy on me//
