Lyrics:
and her
Fi di lone gun man, di yeng yeng, di park car
Menace to society, me
True me nuh live how dem wan' me fi live
Think fi me self, inside me get
now two, now three,
Lone gun man takes revenge,
Three more shot down for what,
And here we go again,
For what, for pride,
For freedom once
Something must be done about the lone man
Gun concealed, to carry out his heart of stone plan
He is eaten up with hate
Got your attention far
us lone
Man I like my stun
Fuckin with my soul, get my casket hun
Dead in a gutter with my brain full of rubber
22 I'm going platinum no one could
this, lawd
Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
Informer lone keep informer
this, lawd
Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
Informer lone keep informer
(cops) (cops) (cops)
The Bodies rot once the bodies drop (drops) (drops) (drops)
Better run nigga better run nigga better run man he got a gun
He gon come
The gun'll go, the gun'll go, gun'll go
The gun'll go, the gun'll go
This is Poverty Island man, these animals don't run
Slums where the ambulance don't
dem a lone gunman
Talk dem a talk, yo a wah do some man?
Gun slam ina uh face like car trunk
And man bad ina e street dark like a dungeon
Mi fren dem
I told them
Leave me lone,
Leave me lone,
Leave me lone
I just need some time,
Told them
Leave me lone,
Leave me lone,
Leave me lone
Too much on my
lone, ayy yea
And everything I did was all
For you, tried to be
A better man, just for you
But all you did
Was to fuckin hurt me
Hurt me made me felt
He who believeth in Ja
Shall not be condemned
But he that believeth not
Is condemned already
Only because
He has not believed
In the man
42nd Street got Big Jim Walker
He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yea, he big and dumb as a man can come
But he stronger than a country hoss
And when
she nuh want nuh soft man yuh know a gun man she like with the big gold chain and glock ina the ride weh a drive fat car and live gangster life money
bums
42nd Street got Big Jim Walker
He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yea, he big and dumb as a man can come
But he stronger than a country hoss
'lone
They don't know what I could do, oh, if I made it out
Of this shitty life I'm stuck in, praying for their help
I've been crying out for someone,
this verse, man, fuck the world
I lost my father to the gun and made a little girl
And I'm still thuggin' with my niggas tryna keep it real
And I'm
this verse, man, fuck the world
I lost my father to the gun and made a little girl
And I'm still thuggin' with my niggas tryna keep it real
And I'm
Uptown got its hustlers
The Bowery got its bums
42nd Street got big Jim Walker
He a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can
Uptown got its hustlers
The Bowery got its bums
42nd Street got big Jim Walker
He a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can
Uptowns got it hustlers
The bowery's got its bums
42nd street got big jim walker
He's a pool shootin' son of a gun
Yeah he's big and dumb
You ever wanted to be a Lone Ranger
Ight, Check, Here we go, Bet
What am I, who am I,ima Lone Ranger
High off all the gas ima stone ranger
100mils I
about say, say you pull up with ya gang
Lone wolf in the rain, always shrouded in the pain
I, Mysticwolf with the reign
Cooking beef with the steak
Born
a loner, I'm a loner, I'm a lone lone lone lone
Loner, I'm a loner, I'm a loner, I'm a lone lone lone lone
What do you do when the closest ones to you
Just
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