Heart

[Verse One] [Natti]: Too many niggas talk hard then shit bricks when the beef hits Fight night, where are you? Behind anotha nigga like an eclipse Real cats throw down while you hide your paws You as soft as the gauze paramedics gon' wrap round yo' jaw How you act up, don't back up your words just yo nerve In a room full of goons you and yo' crew are hors d'oeuvres Please, don't act like no killa if you ain't no gorilla Real apes break limbs and your heart got sap flowin' in it Let me pull you off to the side so you can get slapped for a minute You plus this otha nigga don't equal Popeye on spinach Ooh, who told you that? That's fo' sho' loose rap I'll take my knuckles and make you a brand new hat Look too hard for beef, end up with a brand in ya back Take a stand or take the stand and say, "He did that." It's yo' choice my friend, it's yo' voice my friend That's done got you inside this predicament What do you do? [Verse Two] [Deacon The Villain]: Howled out yo mouth, buncha bitches and hoes The realest of real niggas know how this goes Talkin' all bow like you control the scene You're mean, but what does this mean? Big mouth, e'rry night, e'rry fight, a nigga there, front row Instigatin' like Satan, but facin' no blows You talk it, but beat round the bush like a lez No Grandmaster Flash, never been round no ledge So you beat on the girls, beat on yo chest And when shit get tense, a nigga be on his best A bit of suspense, a nigga be in his dress See stress, you turnin' princess What do you do? Can't let people know you a tool And Jonas Brothers are rock harder than you So you cold front like the leader of cool And the king in the Legion of Fools What do you do?