(feat. Nas, Lil Jon)

[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] Soggy 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] Soggy 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]