Bravehearts - Quick To Back Down (feat. Nas, Lil Jon) lyrics

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 talking bout, like paper yeah!

First of all this is
Nas I'mma Braveheart veteran
And y'all already know who I'm better than
Yall know the beef in the
Hood it'll never end
Never hit the club unless I
Get's my berretta in
The letter N, short for Nasir
More drama than the President
With North Korea gettin Krunk wit Lil Jon
He da 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'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, nigga choose one
I'm a Braveheart I'll be right here
Y'all talk shit but I smell fear
Motherfucker!

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

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!