Yeah
Bravehearts
Yeah
That boy Nas
Yeah
Me I'm your boy Lil' 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
Ya'll don't want none of this ya
Quick to back down
And I hate ya'll *****s ya
Quick to back down
Soft and cornflake ***** ya

First of all this is Nas I'ma 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 Lil' 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 burry
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
Ya'll don't want none of this ya
Quick to back down
And I hate ya'll *****s ya
Quick to back down
Soft and cornflake ***** ya

Aye 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', shooting and laughing
My ratchet blast on top of you *******s
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
*****, I'll put a slug between your eyes
And stand there and watch your punk *** die

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 Lil' John down south
My religion is green mother***ker too late
Since birth, I'm cursed, the worst mother***ka 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'ma 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
Ya'll don't want none of this ya
Quick to back down
And I hate ya'll *****s ya
Quick to back down
Soft and cornflake ***** ya