I Don’t Care Bout The Law (GTETD Version)

[Intro]
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)

[Verse 1]
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

[Hook](x2)
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

[Verse 2]
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 2.4, cutting up raw, they were like, "Prez, are you sure?"

[Hook](x2)
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

[Verse 3]
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

[Hook](x2)
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

[Outro]
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