מילים לשיר Quick To Back Down – Nas

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! (
(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! (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
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 Jon 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 God aint going to save his bitch ass today
And oh he got a 22, give him the gauge the brave way Wait I'ma Braveheart I'll be right here Y'all talk shit but I smell fear, mothafuckas!.