Avant: Quick to back down

[Lil Jon]Yeah!Bravehearts!Yeah!That boy Nas!Yeah!Me I'm your boy Lil JonYeah!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 shitYeah!They folding, these niggas is folding and shitKnow What I'm talking bout, like paperYeah![Chorus: 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] Fucking fake ass nigga[L] Quick to back down[N] Soft and cornflake nigga 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 niggas ya[L] Quick to back down[N] Soft and cornflake nigga ya[Nas]First of all this is Nas I'ma Braveheart veteranAnd y'all already know who I'm better thanYall know the beef in the hood it'll never endNever hit the club unless I get's my berretta inThe letter N, short for NasirMore drama than the President with North KoreaGettin Krunk wit Lil Jon, he da livest in the southFuck around and you get wires in your mouthCowards I despise and my power keeps on risinNiggas try to hate me but they keep recognizinWho's the next label I'ma buryCEO's, rappers and A&R's go to the rap cemetaryAnd ya all got guns but ya scared to use 'emSix million ways to die, nigga choose oneI'm a Braveheart I'll be right hereY'all talk shit but I smell fear, motherfucker![Chorus][Jungle]Ay yo, all these niggas they afraid of the BraveheartsI'll take a razor open your face upI tried to tell these niggas we don't playI run up on you broad day with a A-KCornball I can make your heart beat stopPop pop your body drop from a couple shotsWhen you see me in the street, we can handle the beefIf you see me in jail you know you dead meatI be fighting and stabbin, shooting and laughingMy ratchet blast on top of you bastardsCommitting sins in CincinnatiWe'll drive by in all black caddy'sA 21 gun saluteYour last words be, please Jungle don't shootPussy, I'll put a slug between your eyesAnd stand there and watch your punk ass die[Wiz]I'm fuckin' wit them, BraveheartsMy niggas is coming we just don't stopYall niggas is running I'm just goin popI twist up my gun up and slap your mouthWith Lil John down southMy religion is green motherfucker too lateSince birth, I'm cursed, the worst motherfucka in da stateTime and time again you niggas back down, laugh nowFuck ya numbers nigga ya'll all fakeThe hunt is on, fuck if I'm wrong, test my dead armRobbery, heavily armed, might leave him goneBang him duff him, actin like he don't know what's going onHang em' rush em' get his clown ass his teammates wrongAnd oh he got a 22, give him the gauge the brave wayGod aint going to save his bitch ass todayWait I'ma Braveheart I'll be right hereY'all talk shit but I smell fear, mothafuckas![Chorus]