[Intro: 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 shit
Yeah!
They folding, these n***as is folding and shit
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout, like paper
Yeah!

[Chorus: Nas + Lil Jon]
[N] I know your type, I know your kind, you're
[L] Quick to back down
[N] You be leaving when there's drama
[L] Quick to back down
[N] Fucking fake ass n***a
[L] Quick to back down
[N] Soggy cornflake n***a, you're
[L] Quick to back down
[N] You, your whole crew, you're
[L] Quick to back down
[N] Y'all don't want none of this, you're
[L] Quick to back down
[N] And I hate y'all n***as, you're
[L] Quick to back down
[N] Soggy cornflake n***a, you're
[L] Quick to back down
[Verse 1: Nas]
First of all this is Nas, I'm a 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 gets my Berretta in
The letter N, short for Nasir
More drama than the President with North Korea
Gettin' crunk with Lil Jon, he the livest in the south
Fuck 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'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, n***a, choose one
I'm a Braveheart, I'll be right here
Y'all talk shit but I smell fear, motherfucker!

[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 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 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 motherfucker too late
Since birth, I'm cursed, the worst motherfucka in da state
Time and time again you n***as back down, laugh now
Fuck ya numbers n***a 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 ain't going to save his bitch ass today
Wait I'mma Braveheart I'll be right here
Y'all talk shit but I smell fear, mothafuckas!

[Hook]