[Intro]
We ain't really with that talkin', (*##$, we 'bout that action?
He not 'bout that life, man, catch him in traffic


[Hook]
We ain't really with that talkin', (*##$, we 'bout that action

He not 'bout that life, man, catch him in traffic
We ain't really with that talkin', (*##$, we love that action
I lost so many ^!$$%s I turned into a savage

In real life, no movie %#@!, (*##$ we clappin'
Where I'm from? This Chiraq, you get that fast attraction
Kicked your (*##$ 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' ^!$$%s in the Chi-town
They ain't 'bout to be talkin'
Six-hundred horses in my town

'Cause I ain't 'bout to be walkin'
See I don't know what the game's about
But I ain't 'bout to be playin'

^!$$% keep my name up out your mouth
That's all the $#&@ that I'm sayin'
I ain't never been no police

I ain't never did no cuffin'
^!$$% killin' ^!$$%s in all your rhymes
Ain't never did no bustin'

Countin' the money took two days
Lil' ^!$$%s'll do ya for some new J's
Real talk and that's nothin'

Gloves on and that oven
Said she don't get the good dick often
Now she 'bout to be stalkin'

Got her on that killer kill
And that's why the (*##$ coughin'
See my targets flippin' like Gabby

They be doin' gymnastics
^!$$% 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 ^!$$% go in on me? I can't imagine
But I'm out here in these streets ? catch me in traffic

My ^!$$%s shoot for free, they'll let you have it
My ^!$$%s do for me, ain't no way around it
Bloodhound for that money, (*##$, I gotta have it

Goin' crazy ? twenties, fifties, hundreds, (*##$, I'm cashin'
And I ain't really with the talk, (*##$, I'm money stackin'
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 %#@! ? catch him in traffic

I ain't really gotta talk, (*##$, catch me in traffic
And you know I got it on me, so I'm never lackin'


[Hook]

[Verse 3: Twista]

Lights, camera, action, ^!$$%?
But this ain't no mother$#&@in' cinema
Finna send it up, dude, not true, screws not loose

Tupac, Juice, ^!$$%, hit 'em up
^!$$%s don't know how to argue
Killer hard %#@! when you see the mob thick in the whip

Now you car's hit, ^!$$%s' loose lips
Talkin' nonsense, feel the contents of a clip
Whatever you wanna do we can take it there

^!$$%s 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 mother$#&@in' monster
Eatin' up anybody that's comin' at Windy City grind
What you know about them ^!$$%s
pullin' up on the side of your Mercedez in traffic hittin' 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 talkin', (*##$, we 'bout that action?
He not 'bout that life, man, catch him in traffic