Bravehearts Quick To Back Down Lyrics

Quick To Back Down Lyrics

[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 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!



[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 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'ma
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!



[Chorus]



[Jungle]

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



[Wiz]

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 aint
going to save his bitch ass today

Wait I'ma Braveheart I'll be right
here

Y'all talk shit but I smell fear, mothafuckas!



[Chorus]