[Intro: Lil Reese]
We ain't really with that talking, b**h we 'bout that action
He not 'bout that life man, catch him in traffic
[Hook: Lil Reese]
We ain't really with that talking, b**h we 'bout that action
He not 'bout that life man, catch him in traffic
We ain't really with that talking, b**h we love that action
I lost so many n***as, I turned into a savage
In real life, no movie sh**, b**h we clapping
Where I'm from? This Chiraq, you get left as a tragic
Kicked your b**h to the curb, she was too dramatic
And where I'm from that's 300, normal spelled backwards
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Got some little n***as in the Chi-Town, they ain't 'bout to be talking
Six-hundred horses in my town, cause I ain't 'bout to be walking
See I don't know what the game's about, but I ain't bout to be playing
n***a keep my name up out your mouth, that's all the f** that I'm saying
I ain't never been no police, I ain't never did no cuffing
n***a k**ing n***as in all your rhymes, ain't never did no busting
Counting the money, took two days
Little n***as will do ya' for some new J's
Real talk, and that's nothing
Gloves on and that oven
Said she don't get the good dick often, now she 'bout to be stalking
Got her on that k**er k**, and that's why the b**h coughing
See my targets flipping like Gabby, they be doing gymnastics
n***a I ain't high and I ain't hard to find, if you look for me I'm in traffic
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
Let a n***a go in on me? I can't imagine
But I'm out here in these streets, catch me in traffic
My n***as shoot for free, they'll let you have it
My n***as do for me, ain't no way around it
Bloodhound for that money, b**h I gotta have it
Going crazy, twenties, fifties, hundreds, b**h I'm cashing
And I ain't really with the talk, b**h I'm money stacking
And he ain't really 'bout that life cause he don't love that action
And they don't come from where I come from, they weren't born a savage
Late night sh**, catch him in traffic
I ain't really gotta talk, b**h catch me in traffic
And you know I got it on me, so I'm never lackin'
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Twista]
Lights, camera, action n***a, but this ain't no motherf**ing cinema
'Finna send it up, dude not true, screws not loose
2pac, Juice n***a, hit 'em up
n***as don't know how to argue
k**er hard sh** when you see the mob thick in the whip
Now your car's hit, n***a loose lips
Talking nonsense, feel the contents of a clip
Whatever you wanna do we can take it there, n***as around me want action
Like a rhythmatic, forty calibers and nine millimeters equal subtraction
They could pull up in the Jag' with the runner on the side
Level opposition with the creep-creep
Beep beep, put 'em in a deep sleep
See the way Reese or Chief Keef make beef brief
Beast teeth, I'm a motherf**ing monster
Eating up anybody that's coming at Windy City grind
What you know about them n***as pulling up on the side of your Mercedez in traffic hitting it 50 times?
Don't get into it with 'em, they gon' let you have it
You might end up in a coffin, you can call him Casket
[Hook]
[Outro: Lil Reese]
We ain't really with that talking, b**h we 'bout that action
He not 'bout that life, man catch him in traffic