President T - Dis Likkle Yute lyrics

Going out the Birmingham crew, yeah?
Going out to Prophecy, large
Going out to Pdot, yeah?
Going out to Meridian gangster, yeah?
President, Paper Pabs, H, yeah? Bossman
Yeah? And it's large
Going out to the Tiverton youngers, yeah?
Tiverton mandem it's real
Ok whole piece of bars after all this time

Dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
Dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
Dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
Talk about the big bad rave he torn
Little does he know
I was spraying way before he was born
Bet he wished, he was never born
Cuz, I don't beep my horn
Talk about the big bad rave he torn
Funny how I caught him on Sunday
Mowing up his grandma's lawn


Dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
I said, dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
Talk about the big bad rave he torn
Little does he know
I was spraying way before he was born
Bet he wished that he was never born

Cuz, he's not deep, cuz
I've got the deepest rhyme so advanced
I don't really business if I'm in time
President, top of the line
The most popular kind
I see him on road, he will go flying
Nah rudeboy, he won't get a chance to shine
Any funny business, everybody dying
Blood, I ain't always really
That way inclined
All these swag MCs, fuck up my mind
Lucky they didn't give off the wrong sign and
He ain't going to make it
He's just wasting his time
Too much wastemen in grime
You can never take what's mine i'm so
I said, nah rudeboy, you will get a fine

Dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
I said, dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
Dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
Talk about the big bad rave he torn
Little does he know
I was spraying way before he was born
Bet he wished he was never born
President T, don't beep my horn
Talk about how he nearly drew for the sawn
But I caught him on Sunday
Mowing up his grandma's lawn
Dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
I said, dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
Talk about the big bad rave he torn
Little does he know, I was spraying
I mean, I was spraying, yeah
Way before he was born

Cuzzy, what's with all this talk?
What's with all this talk?
I said, cuzzy, what's with all this talk?
Too many guys are talking that talk
And now they can't walk
I know skengman rastas that'll yam
A leg of pork
Hey, governor, I don't want none of that sort
All of kind of big man whips I bought
I said
All kind of heavyweight straps I bought
I'll make sure
None of those heavyweight straps will
Send man to court
Blud, I've got money, but I want more
Even if it means, bang another MCs' jaw
Cuz, who wants war?
I'll give a cat, half of a score
And I'll make sure
He'll kick off your mum's door

Dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
I said, dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
Dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
Talk about the big bad rave he torn
But little does he know
I was spraying way before he was born
Bet he wished he was never born
I don't beep my horn
Talk about how he nearly drew for the sawn
But I caught him on Sunday
Mowing up his grandma's lawn
Dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
I said, dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
I said, dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
Talk about the big bad rave he torn
But little does he know
President T was spraying
Way before he was born

Yeah, you can't pree with my face
Surely, everybody clearly knows
I'll shoot you in the face carry on talking
I'll put my boot in your face
That was the case
Way before you heard Maxim Ranger and Ace
I've got two
Three guys from a different place
That'll run up in your base
And spray up the place

Dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
I said, dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
Talk about the big bad rave he torn
But little does he know
I was spraying way before he was born
Bet he wished that he was never born
President T, don't beep my horn
Talk about how he nearly drew for the sawn
Cuz, but I caught him on Sunday
Mowing up his grandma's lawn
Dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
I said, dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
Talk about the big bad rave he torn
But little does he know, I was spraying
Way before he was born
Bet he wished he was never born
Cuz, I don't beep my horn