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

Lyrics

[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] I don't really care 'bout the law I don't really care 'bout the law I don't really care 'bout I don't really care 'bout I don't really care 'bout I don't really care 'bout I don't really care 'bout the law I don't really care 'bout the law I don't really care 'bout I don't really care 'bout I don't really care 'bout I don't really care 'bout I don't really care 'bout the law I don't really care 'bout the law I don't really care 'bout the law I don't really care 'bout I don't really care 'bout I don't really care 'bout the law I don't really care 'bout the law I don't really care 'bout the law