Lyrics No Fuss - Bambu

No Fuss

I don’t bother with no fuss, don’t bother with no fight
In the shadow side
Muscle for loan like brother Mizone
Diamond watches don’t work for kids in Sierra Leone
Nike dunks don’t look correct on kids who thin to the bone
The battle’s in vein if you ain’t relate it back home
J.O.H.
double N.Y. big 5
Supplied the demand to give Bam' some bounce in your stride
From my iPod to my dawg’s old Cutlass supreme
The soundtrack music to do the things to free our streets
From P.I.G.S.
to DT’s and Patriot Acts
Immigrant cats who rob folks with government gats
I trouble the facts that they got the lies that they spew
I’m rhyming for you
I’ll take those bullets proudly for you
I’m through with the fussing cousin, I’m trying to topple 'em all
Native Gun, tag it up all on your city hall wall
Buck Taylor make the sound I like
Make it gutter for me
Buck Taylor make the sound so nice
It’s sound killer
I don’t cater to what big business say
I’m here to shut the shop down like it’s Christmas day
I heard a Christian say, that he ain’t like what I say
But he don’t say it to my face so I don’t give a F.U.K
Anyway, Johnny fever said to stick to the thing
But too much caffeine can get me all defensive and thing
To get me plucking on these triggers like a guitar string
And pop pop popping off at the mouth like an M16
You are investing in something interesting
With every ingesting of every word that I sing
Why do I bother with the peace I should revert to the street
And some holes in your Francis Martin Geabo jeans
But no
I chose the path of the right
No fuss, me no fight, but don’t test, not nice
Cause each knuckle in a scuffle will break you off right
And I’ll be walking off humming songs by Dusty White