(Fuck da law) 



[Hook: x3] 



I don't give no fuck bout the law 

Law don't give no fuck bout me 

Fuck da law 

Fuck da law, haw 



[Verse 1:] 



You can catch me morning up early 

Beating that rooster yawne 

The last rider 

Shoot 'em up bang bang from Orange County 

Me likes it dirty 

My eyes tittly tight on this savage journey 

Sipping on Moon Shine when I'm thirsty 

Beef Jerky done kilt my munchies 

Packing two Colt 45's in this land of wild coyotes 

Blood money savages 

None of them who really know's me 

Creep niggas them boys be plotting on my gold pieces 

They show hating the stagecoach with the gold Daden's 

Peanut Butter gutts like Reese's and horse's with gold teeth'es 

They curious about me 

So da law starting to sweat me 

I's the new face and town and all the broads starting to crowd me 

But me see's them not 

Cause I now its part of the plot to play me close 



[Hook: x2] 



I don't give no fuck bout the law 

Law don't give no fuck bout me 

Fuck da law 

Fuck da law, haw 



[Verse 2:] 



I'm at the town saloon tiddy bar 

Where the local's go to get fucked up 

Mister bartender double me up with your finest stuff 

Granddaddy's the name here's a fifty keep the change 

And don't mine I need a little information 

Bout a train that's coming in 

Transporting prisoners 

And I could use a few good men 

Like my Uncle Mike, Daren, Lisa, Lil' Ayah now what I'm sayin' 

I wanna know the first arrival 

Coming in due South from Live Oak 

And it stay's between the both of us 

Cause I don't need no hassle's 

From these nosey ass town folk 

And that redneck ass sheriff 

And I'm knowing that he gotta job to do 

But why should I let 'em stop what I gotta do 

So I'm stomping kicking up dust in my rattle snake skin boots 

Desperado let's start some shit 

Blow up the courthouse in Orlando 



[Hook: x2] 



I don't give no fuck bout the law 

Law don't give no fuck bout me 

Fuck da law 

Fuck da law, haw 



[Talking] 



Man don't hold yo' mouth open looking like dat there 

Shit, y'all know it ain't no damn secret 

how the police been treating my people for many damn years 

Y'all crackers come round to my neighborhood 

Acting like it's y'alls 

Gotcha hands all in my muthafucking draws 

Man what the fuck wrong wit u? 

Fuck y'all 



[Verse 3:] 



A crooked judge and a racist jury 

That's just every black man's story 

So we holding grudges 

Screaming fuck 'em 

And all of the Orange County judges 

And with little remorse 

I'm choking triggers 

What ever to free my niggas 

Shhh!!! 

Better whisper because some of the listeners be house niggas 

Field niggas 

Florida DOC niggas 

Now them da real niggas 

From Brunstown to down south with a DC number 

Riding out 

Now how about 'cha 

Give me my forty acres and my million 

No good 

Good for nothing 

Sons of bitches 

Trailer trash 

I be collecting the stash 

The ammunition just waiting for revolution 

Hold yo fire 

Black on black, it's dem crackers we need to be shooting 

Suck up yo pride like vacuums 

I'm getting tired of flaws in black suits 

No matter what set you claim 

It's a savage journey for all of us 

Whether you live in da street or Beirut 

Them crackers ain't got no luv for you 

Look at all the bullshit our folks went through 

For equal rights for me and you 

I ain't asking for no favors 

But just don't harass me 

Cause you black cops be the worst cops 

Y'all niggas is voodoo 

Fuck you 



[Hook: x4] 



I don't give no fuck bout the law 

Law don't give no fuck bout me 

Fuck da law 

Fuck da law, haw 



Fuck da law (fuck da law) 

Fuck da law y'all 

[x2]