[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 n---as!
Yeah!
That's got a lot of mouth, what!
Yeah!
But when It's time to do some s--t
Yeah!
They folding, these n---as is folding and s--t
Know what I'm talking bout, like paper
Yeah!
[Hook: Nas + Lil Jon]
[N] I know your type I know your kind ya
[L] Quick to back down
[N] You be leaving when there's drama
[L] Quick to back down
[N] F--king fake ass n--a
[L] Quick to back down
[N] Soft and cornflake n---a ya
[L] Quick to back down
[N] You ya whole crew ya
[L] Quick to back down
[N] Ya'll don't want none of this ya
[L] Quick to back down
[N] And I hate ya'll n!ggas ya
[L] Quick to back down
[N] Soft and cornflake n---a ya
[Verse 1: Nas]
First of all this is Nas I'mma 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 get's my beretta in
The letter N, short for Nasir
More drama than the President with North Korea
Gettin crunk with Lil Jon, he da livest in the south
F!ck around and you get wires in your mouth
Cowards I despise and my power keeps on risin
N---as try to hate me but they keep recognizin
Who's the next label I'mma 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, n---a choose one
I'm a Braveheart I'll be right here
Y'all talk s--t but I smell fear, motherf--ker!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Jungle]
Ay yo, all these n---as they afraid of the Bravehearts
I'll let my little brother open your face up
I tried to tell these n---as we don't play
I run up on you broad day son you better pray
Cornball I can make your heart beat stop
Ready or not, I set up shop right in your block
When you see me in the street, we can handle the beef
If you see me in jail you know you dead meat
A whole of action I love I be laughing
I get at you with the QB tactics
Committing sins in Cincinnati
We'll drive by in all black caddy's
I bring you on the project roof
Your last words be, please Jungle don't do it
Punk, Look at the tears in your eyes
And stand there and watch a grown men cry
[Verse 3: Wiz]
I'm f--kin' wit them, Bravehearts
My n---as is coming we just don't stop
Y'all punk is running I'm just goin pop
I twist up my heat up and slap your mouth
With Lil Jon down south
My religion is green motherf--ker too late
Since birth, I'm cursed, the worst motherf--ka in da state
Time and time again you n!ggas back down, laugh now
F!ck ya numbers n---a ya'll all fake
The hunt is on, f--k if I'm wrong, test my dead arm
Likely, 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 he seem ain't strong
And oh you want it me and you, give him the window or stairway
Y'all ain't gon' save this punk today
Wait I'mma Braveheart I'll be right here
Y'all talk it but I smell fear, mothaf---as!
[Hook]
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