Chronic Law – Gun Pon Belly Lyrics

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75 Production no fear boy no care weh dem come from
Don’t think the mini k malfunction
Slam one in a yuh face little gun bag
From me born me no take chat from people nobody mi nah run from
Dem nah kill and a say dem is a gunman

Man buss them head and gone lef dem pon a yeng yeng
Di badness real go tell dem chip Glock the belly fi this extend
Proll wid the rifle it a mi best friend
Gone lef dem mi gal in a the red Benz two gun in a di lock spot and mi nuh rent dem
Man bad long time from 25 was red cent

Mi nuh frighten mi nuh frighten mi obsessed wid gun mi carry dem all when it nuh licensed di rifle handle look like a crocodile foot dawg mi no lock none a my gun in a di bush Aye!
Seaview you know the thing loud we nuh use mouth three rifle push out
War dem want so mi find dem out brain a splash out

Buss them head and gone lef dem pon a yeng yeng
Di badness real go tell dem chip Glock the belly fi this extend
Proll wid the rifle it a mi best friend
Gone lef dem mi gal in a the red Benz two gun in a di lock spot and mi nuh rent dem
Man bad long time from 25 was red cent

Nuff gun deh yah meh yuh fool to we use it pon google
Dah Tarus yah warm like bag noodle we kill people we nuh work voodoo
Yuh nuh in a mi class make mi make a dawg school you
Three in a yuh chest yeah bindes a tear bone and flesh
Dem claim say dem know me round suh so mi make two dawg from Portland

Buss them head and gone lef dem pon a yeng yeng
Di badness real go tell dem chip Glock the belly fi this extend
Proll wid the rifle it a mi best friend
Gone lef dem mi gal in a the red Benz two gun in a di lock spot and mi nuh rent dem
Man bad long time from 25 was red cent

Mi nuh frighten mi nuh frighten mi obsessed wid gun mi carry dem all when it nuh licensed di rifle handle look like a crocodile foot dawg mi no lock none a my gun in a di bush Aye!
Seaview you know the thing loud we nuh use mouth three rifle push out
War dem want so mi find dem out brain a splash out when me

Buss them head and gone lef dem pon a yeng yeng
Di badness real go tell dem chip Glock the belly fi this extend
Proll wid the rifle it a mi best friend
Gone lef dem mi gal in a the red Benz two gun in a di lock spot and mi nuh rent dem
Man bad long time from 25 was red cent

75 Production no fear boy no care weh dem come from
Don’t think the mini k malfunction
Slam one in a yuh face little gun bag
From me born me no take chat from people nobody mi nah run from
Dem nah kill and a say dem is a gunman Six!

And me a say yow 75 production you know how our badness go don’t brawling
Hill top six
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