[Natti]
Yeah. Fake niggas, tough niggas.
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, dont 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 aint 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? Thats 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?
[Deacon]
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 lead.
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.