Quick To Back Down

[Intro: Lil Jon] Yeah! Bravehearts! Yeah! That boy Nas! Yeah! Me, I'm your boy, Lil Jon Yeah! Right now we going to talk about these niggas! Yeah! That's got a lot of mouth, what! Yeah! But when It's time to do some shit Yeah! They folding, these niggas is folding and shit Know what I'm talkin' 'bout, like paper Yeah! [Chorus: Nas + Lil Jon] [N] I know your type, I know your kind, you're [L] Quick to back down [N] You be leaving when there's drama [L] Quick to back down [N] Fucking fake ass nigga [L] Quick to back down [N] Soggy cornflake nigga, you're [L] Quick to back down [N] You, your whole crew, you're [L] Quick to back down [N] Y'all don't want none of this, you're [L] Quick to back down [N] And I hate y'all niggas, you're [L] Quick to back down [N] Soggy cornflake nigga, you're [L] Quick to back down [Verse 1: Nas] First of all this is Nas, I'm a Braveheart veteran And y'all already know who I'm better than Y'all know the beef in the hood, it'll never end Never hit the club unless I gets my Berretta in The letter N, short for Nasir More drama than the President with North Korea Gettin' crunk with Lil Jon, he the livest in the south Fuck around and you get wires in your mouth Cowards I despise and my power keeps on risin' Niggas try to hate me but they keep recognizin' Who's the next label I'ma bury? CEO's, rappers and A&R's go to the rap cemetary And ya all got guns but ya scared to use 'em Six million ways to die, nigga, choose one I'm a Braveheart, I'll be right here Y'all talk shit but I smell fear, motherfucker! [Hook] [Jungle] Ay yo, all these niggas they afraid of the Bravehearts I'll take a razor open your face up I tried to tell these niggas we don't play I run up on you broad day with a A-K Cornball I can make your heart beat stop Pop pop your body drop from a couple shots When you see me in the street, we can handle the beef If you see me in jail you know you dead meat I be fighting and stabbin, shooting and laughing My ratchet blast on top of you bastards Committing sins in Cincinnati We'll drive by in all black caddy's A 21 gun salute Your last words be, please Jungle don't shoot Pussy, I'll put a slug between your eyes And stand there and watch your punk ass die [Wiz] I'm fuckin' wit them, Bravehearts My niggas is coming we just don't stop Yall niggas is running I'm just goin pop I twist up my gun up and slap your mouth With Lil John down south My religion is green motherfucker too late Since birth, I'm cursed, the worst motherfucka in da state Time and time again you niggas back down, laugh now Fuck ya numbers nigga ya'll all fake The hunt is on, fuck if I'm wrong, test my dead arm Robbery, heavily armed, might leave him gone Bang him duff him, actin like he don't know what's going on Hang em' rush em' get his clown ass his teammates wrong And oh he got a 22, give him the gauge the brave way God ain't going to save his bitch ass today Wait I'mma Braveheart I'll be right here Y'all talk shit but I smell fear, mothafuckas! [Hook]