Twista - Traffic (Remix) lyrics

[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