Proof - Many men lyrics

(Background starts) Hey, yo, Im the king of this muthaf**a, I'm the king of Detroit You do what I say what I say n***a, yo dont say it we gonna smoke this n***a 'Proof' f** that you shoot that n***a, right there, get that n***a! King Of Detroit, what up now fool, what up now n***a! [Intro-Singing:] Many men, wish d**h upon P Its hard to survive in the 313 I'm trying to be what Im destined to be And n***as tryin to take my life away I put a hole in a n***a for f**in 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 d**h 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 p**y n***as put money on head Gonna get your refund, cuz motha f**a I ain't dead I'm the dozen in the dirt, that ain't been found The real king of the 'D' (sh**) that ain't been crowned When Im on, something special happens every time Im the dopest, something like Roy Jones in his prime I walk the planks of the jungle, got a problem then f** you Show you what my gun do, if you whack and unhumble Be for real, punk n***as, your new to the beat Ask any playa in the 'D', your new to the streets Ya'll ain't from 7 mile, and y'all ain't wound f** a bone, when you hear that *click* its a gun! [Hook] Many men, many many many many men wish d**h 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 d**h 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 O Port d**h gotta be easy, cuz life is hard Murk you in afterlife, and see twice the god This is for my n***as on the yo, doin there 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 shootifyougetshot ain't gonna do no good Im like MG for shady, you can call me 'the Don' If you Micheal mothaf**a, you gonna die in the storm Can't switch sides homie, let cash ride homie Thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie? [Hook] [Verse 3] You know how many mothaf**as wanna hear your bone break? PA 7 Mile, FA's on May School craft LA mack and B-wick CCs Runyan AV. 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**as on the grind Are you blind n***a, can't read between the lines From Cameon, Rico Shocka and G-low Rock man, First born, boxy and Dlow 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 co*ks**a come namin names So many hommies that pa**ed away Run up on him, point-blank and blast away Many friends, many many many many friends That died on me I should 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 co*ks**a coome namin names So many hommies that pa**ed away Run up on him point-blank and blast away For Lewon, Click-click, Bugs and Snook, Don't care bout all them d** he took Watch what you say when you talk about me, Cuz Im always gonna walk the 'D' Many friends That died on me I shall have preserved my dogs, poured out on the curb for y'all Yo R.I.P