Chronic Law - From The Mud

Grudge cause sometime we in a street without funds and the baby belly full and we do it without lunch
But the rifle you fight for me in my down tongue
Suck your mother bad mind, me kill her dem on time
And the money me a throw up and never no gang sign
And me link with the teller, me no trouble bank line
If you have shatter bro then you no go pon crime
Bo si, me no take frontline, I'm a pon son shirt and a regular design
And money stay pon my mind, I'm a glad me a see good and love still blind
And I come from the mud