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