Traffic (Remix)

[Intro:]
We ain't really with that talking, bitch, we 'bout that action...
He not 'bout that life, man, catch him in traffic

[Hook:]
We ain't really with that talking, bitch, we 'bout that action
He not 'bout that life, man, catch him in traffic
We ain't really with that talking, bitch, we love that action
I lost so many niggas I turned into a savage
In real life, no movie shit, bitch we clapping
Where I'm from? This Chiraq, you get that fast attraction
Kicked your bitch to the curb, she was too dramatic
And where I'm from, that's 300, "normal" spelled backwards

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Got some lil' niggas 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
Nigga keep my name up out your mouth
That's all the fuck that I'm saying
I ain't never been no police
I ain't never did no cuffing
Nigga killing niggas in all your rhymes
Ain't never did no busting
Counting the money took two days
Lil' niggas'll 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 killer kill
And that's why the bitch coughing
See my targets flipping like Gabby
They be doing gymnastics
Nigga 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 nigga go in on me? I can't imagine
But I'm out here in these streets – catch me in traffic
My niggas shoot for free, they'll let you have it
My niggas do for me, ain't no way around it
Bloodhound for that money, bitch, I gotta have it
Going crazy twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch, I'm cashing
And I ain't really with the talk, bitch, 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 shit catch him in traffic
I ain't really gotta talk, bitch, catch me in traffic
And you know I got it on me, so I'm never lacking

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Twista]
Lights, camera, action, nigga...
But this ain't no motherfucking cinema
Finna send it up, dude, not true, screws not loose
Tupac, Juice, nigga, hit 'em up
Niggas don't know how to argue
Killer hard shit when you see the mob thick in the whip
Now you car's hit, niggas' loose lips
Talking nonsense, feel the contents of a clip
Whatever you wanna do we can take it there
Niggas around me want action
Like a rhythm or tick
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 motherfucking monster
Eating up anybody that's coming at Windy City grind
What you know about them niggas
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:]
We ain't really with that talking, bitch, we 'bout that action...
He not 'bout that life, man, catch him in traffic