Lil Jon - 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 n***as! Yeah! That's got a lot of mouth, what! Yeah! But when It's time to do some sh** Yeah! They folding, these n***as is folding and sh** Know What I'm talking bout, like paper Yeah! [Hook: 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] f**ing fake a** n***a [L] Quick to back down [N] Soft and cornflake n***a 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 n***as ya [L] Quick to back down [N] Soft and cornflake n***a ya [Nas] First of all this is Nas I'mma 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 f** around and you get wires in your mouth Cowards I despise and my power keeps on risin n***as try to hate me but they keep recognizin Who's the next label I'mma 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, n***a choose one I'm a Braveheart I'll be right here Y'all talk sh** but I smell fear, motherf**er! [Hook] [Jungle] Ay yo, all these n***as they afraid of the Bravehearts I'll take a razor open your face up I tried to tell these n***as 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 ba*tards 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 p**y, I'll put a slug between your eyes And stand there and watch your punk a** die [Wiz] I'm f**in' wit them, Bravehearts My n***as is coming we just don't stop Yall n***as 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 motherf**er too late Since birth, I'm cursed, the worst motherf**a in da state Time and time again you n***as back down, laugh now f** ya numbers n***a ya'll all fake The hunt is on, f** 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 a** his teammates wrong And oh he got a 22, give him the gauge the brave way God ain't going to save his b**h a** today Wait I'mma Braveheart I'll be right here Y'all talk sh** but I smell fear, mothaf**as! [Hook]