Many Men chords

_ _ _ Fm _ _ I need you to pray for me, I need you to care for me, I need you to want F# me to G# win, I need.
you to know where I'm G headed, cause I know where N I'm headed.
_ We _ _ _ _ _ both came up on the gritty streets of Jamaica, Queens.
Two street kids, now men.
It's sad.
it had to end this way, but before I go into that, let's start from the beginning.
_ _ I've been waiting to murder this clown, bitch.
This nigga's done.
You ready to do this, son.
You crazy.
I'm ready to murder F this clown.
Son, please G get me across the street.
Nigga, you Bm ready.
I'm ready, I'm ready.
Yo, get me across the street.
Let me go.
Let's go, let's N go.
_ _ .
Bm _ _ _ N _ _ _ A#m _ _ .
_ _ Bm Many _ _ _ _ men, _ Em wish they Bm fuck on me.
Blood in my eyes, darlin', I can't see.
Em I'm tryna be what.
I'm destined Bm to be.
And niggas G tryna take my life away.
I put a hole in a nigga for.
fucking with me.
Dm My Em back on the wall, G now you gon' see.
Better watch how you talk C# when.
you Bm talk about me.
Cause Em I'm coming to take your Bm life away.
Many men, Em _ many, Bm many, many, many men, wish they fuck on me, Lord.
I Em don't cry no more.
D Don't look to the sky no more.
A Have Bm mercy on me.
Pussy niggas Em put money on my Bm head, gone.
Get your refund, Em motherfucker, I Bm ain't dead.
I'm the diamond in the dirt Em that ain't been found.
Bm I'm the underground king, Em and I ain't.
been Bm crowned.
When I round, something Em special happen every Bm time.
I'm the greatest, something.
like Ali in this prime.
I walk the block with the bundles, Em I've been knocking the humble.
Bm Swing the ox when I Em rumble, show your ass who my Bm gun do.
Gotta temper, nigga, go ahead.
Em Lose your head, Bm turn your back on me, get G clapped and lose your Bm legs.
I walk around.
gun on my waist, E chip on my Bm shoulder, top bust, a clip in your Em face, pulse to this beat, ain't.
no Bm more.
Many men, Em many, Bm many, many, many men, Em _ B wish.
they fuck on me, Lord.
Bm I don't cry no more.
Don't look to the sky Em no more.
Have Bm mercy.
on me.
Have mercy Em on my Bm soul, somewhere my heart turn cold.
Have mercy on me, many men.
Em Many, D many, many, many Em men, D _ A Bm wish they fuck on me.
Some of these days wouldn't be special Em if it wasn't for rain.
Bm Joy wouldn't feel so Em good.
if it wasn't for Bm pain.
Death gotta be easy, Em cause life is Bm hard.
It'll leave you physically,.
mentally, Em and emotionally scarred.
This Bm is for my niggas on the block, Em doing some treating.
Bm cigars.
For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars.
I don't say only God can Em judge.
me, cause I see things clear.
Bm Quick these crackers and give my Em black ass a hundred Bm years.
I'm like Paulie and Em Goodfellas, you can call me the Bm Don.
Like Malcolm by any means, with.
G my gun in my palm.
Bm Slim, sweet sides, homie.
C# Let niggas ride Bm on me.
I thought we was cool.
Em Why you want me to die, homie, Bm homie.
Many men, _ Em many, Bm many, many, many men, Em wish.
B they fuck on me, D Lord.
I G don't cry no Bm more.
Don't look to the sky no Em more.
Have Bm mercy.
on me.
Have mercy Em on my Bm soul.
Somewhere my heart G turned cold.
Bm Have mercy on many men.
_ Em Many, D many, many, many G men, D wish Bm they'd fuck on me.
Every night I talk to God, but he Em don't.
say nothing back.
Bm I know he protected me, but I Em still stay with my gat Bm and my nightmares.
Niggas Em keep pulling texts Bm on me.
Psychos hate some bitch dumb, pull Em the hex on me.
Bm The feds.
didn't know much, Em when Pac got shot.
Bm I got a kite from the pens Em that told me, Chuck got.
knocked.
Bm I ain't gonna spell it out Em for you motherfuckers Bm all the time.
Are you a literate.
nigga.
Em You can't read between the Bm lines.
In the Bible it says, C# what goes around comes.
Bm around.
I'mma shot me.
Three Em weeks later, he got Bm shot down.
Now it's clear that I'm.
here C# for a real reason.
Bm Cause he got hit like I got hit, E but he ain't fucking Bm breathing.
Many men, Em _ many, many, Bm many, many men, _ Em G wish they'd fuck on me, Lord.
I don't cry no more.
Don't look to the Em sky no more.
Have mercy on B me.
Have mercy Em on my soul.
Bm Somewhere my.
heart Em turned cold.
Have Bm mercy on many men.
Em _ Many, many, D many, G many D men, A wish Bm they'd fuck on me.
_ Em _ _ Bm _ _ _ .
Em _ _ _ Bm _ _ _ Em _ _ .
Bm _ _ _ Em _ _ Bm _ _ _ .
Em _ _ _ Bm _ We Em _ _ .
B both came up on the Em gritty streets of Jamaica, Queens.
Two street kids, now men.
It's sad.
it had to end this way.
_ _ Cm _