Yeah
Bravehearts
Yeah
That boy Nas
Yeah
Me I'm your boy Li'l Jon
Yeah
Right now we going to talk about these *****s
Yeah
That's got a lot of mouth, what
Yeah
But when it's time to do some ****
(Yeah)
They folding, these *****s is folding and ****
Know what I'm talking 'bout, like paper
(Yeah)

I know your type I know your kind ya
Quick to back down
You be leaving when there's drama
Quick to back down
***king fake *** *****
Quick to back down
Soft and cornflake ***** ya
Quick to back down

You ya whole crew ya
Quick to back down
Y'all don't want none of this ya
Quick to back down
And I hate y'all *****s ya
Quick to back down
Soft and cornflake ***** ya
Quick to back down

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 get's my Berretta in
The letter N, short for Nasir
More drama than the President with North Korea
Gettin' krunk wit L'il Jon, he da livest in the south
***k around and you get wires in your mouth

Cowards I despise and my power keeps on risin'
*****s 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 cemetery
And ya all got guns but ya scared to use 'em
Six million ways to die, ***** choose one
I'm a Braveheart I'll be right here
Y'all talk **** but I smell fear, mother***ker

I know your type I know your kind ya
Quick to back down
You be leaving when there's drama
Quick to back down
***king fake *** *****
Quick to back down
Soft and cornflake ***** ya
Quick to back down

You ya whole crew ya
Quick to back down
Y'all don't want none of this ya
Quick to back down
And I hate y'all *****s ya
Quick to back down
Soft and cornflake ***** ya
Quick to back down

Ay yo, all these *****s they afraid of the Bravehearts
I'll take a razor open your face up
I tried to tell these *****s 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', shootin' and laughin'
My ratchet blast on top of you *******s
Committin' 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'
*****, I'll put a slug between your eyes
And stand there and watch your punk *** die

I know your type I know your kind ya
Quick to back down
You be leaving when there's drama
Quick to back down
***king fake *** *****
Quick to back down
Soft and cornflake ***** ya
Quick to back down

You ya whole crew ya
Quick to back down
Y'all don't want none of this ya
Quick to back down
And I hate y'all *****s ya
Quick to back down
Soft and cornflake ***** ya
Quick to back down

I'm ***kin' wit them, Bravehearts
My *****s is coming we just don't stop
Yall *****s is running I'm just goin' pop
I twist up my gun up and slap your mouth
With Li'l Jon down south
My religion is green mother***ker too late
Since birth I'm cursed, the worst mother***ker in da state
Time and time again you *****s back down, laugh now
***k ya numbers ***** y'all all fake

The hunt is on, ***k 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 *** his teammates wrong
And oh he got a 22, give him the gauge the brave way
God ain't going to save his ***** *** today
Wait, I'm a Braveheart I'll be right here
Y'all talk **** but I smell fear, motha***kas

I know your type I know your kind ya
Quick to back down
You be leaving when there's drama
Quick to back down
***king fake *** *****
Quick to back down
Soft and cornflake ***** ya
Quick to back down

You ya whole crew ya
Quick to back down
Y'all don't want none of this ya
Quick to back down
And I hate y'all *****s ya
Quick to back down
Soft and cornflake ***** ya
Quick to back down