President T - I Don't Care Bout The Law (GTETD Version) lyrics

Yeah war dem boy, me a war dem boy
Man want to talk grease done tell ya already
Only bunshot me a buss what it means is
I'm carrying the ting from now on
I'm not respecting no-one
Done tell ya already bumbahole (Spooky)

Sometimes I wonder why half these
Grime MCs are talking stuff
Caught him slipping
Never heard anybody talking tough
Draw for the colt, they'll be like "I swear
Nobody's talking rough"
Now that I roll with my girl on my waist
And I ain't talking buff
Entered the room, and when I came in
Everybody said 'boom'
But it ain't sonic, call it a double
And I ain't talking tonic
Nah, please don't think that it's calm
Please don't think that it's cool


You don't think that I'm always
Strapped? Must be a fool

Straps, I will always carry them
I don't really care 'bout the law (feds)
I don't really care 'bout the law (jail)
Where do you come from? Behind the door
Shanks, I will always carry them
I don't really care 'bout the law (feds)
I don't really care 'bout the law (jail)
Drive-by shooting, four by four

If you see two three grins
Don't get it twisted - I know
Man that will bark off chins
When I say next of, they all know
That I ain't talking kins
You will gun bucked up
Don't be a pussy-hole, stand
Up for your rights
Don't let a pagan knock off your lights
Gunshot straight to the chest if
I hear badboy talk, on phones or mics
Please don't think
That I'm picking up a stripe
But I don't mean that I
Really care about the law
Talk to the sole of my shoes
They don't really care about your door
I was in a 24, cutting up
Raw, they were like, "Prez, are you sure?"

Straps, I will always carry them
I don't really care 'bout the law (feds)
I don't really care 'bout the law (jail)
Where do you come from? Behind the door
Shanks, I will always carry them
I don't really care 'bout the law (feds)
I don't really care 'bout the law (jail)
Drive-by shooting, four by four

One two three subliminals yeah, over the set
"I think you're wrong Prez
Want know why? They're only
Talking over the net"
Don't think I won't turn up to your aunt's
Won't get a bly, won't get a chance
Look out the window, won't get a glance
(gun straps)
Don't think I won't turn up to your Gran's
Barking shots in the crowd - but
I ain't shooting my fans
"Prez, why you keep fucking up plans?"
If I see rocks or cans, I swear
You will see pots and pans
Turn this spot into grands
Kill Off Killy with my bare hands

Straps, I will always carry them
I don't really care 'bout the law (feds)
I don't really care 'bout the law (jail)
Where do you come from? Behind the door
Shanks, I will always carry them
I don't really care 'bout the law (feds)
I don't really care 'bout the law (jail)
Drive-by shooting, four by four

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