[Intro - JT the Bigga Figga (talking)]
It ain't nuthin' like that Mob Life..
[JT the Bigga Figga]
It ain't nuthin' like that Mob Life
Putting it down, young n***as mayne doing it twice
Coming through with the throughest rights
n***a understand, eighty bars n***a four hundred grand
Ain't talking about that real sh**, talking bout that filthy Fill-moe
Get the steal sh**, put it down, get the deal b**h
You betta know the game
JT the Bigga Figga mayne, throw them flames
Put it down with the gamblers, handle the rock
Assa**in in the cuts mayne, ready to pop
We ain't popping with no pistols, we popping with game
Putting it down n***a, the money train
Like I told you last song, this sh** is so real
Putting it down mayne, trying to get the skreal
Call me J-T Figga roll, hold them birds
From Fill-more to the Dirty Jerz, serving them words
[Chorus (x2) - Cablez]
It ain't nuthin' like that Mob Life
Fill-moe and Derty Jerz n***as get right
We stack chips, stay on point cause our game tight
East coast, west coast, Mob Life n***a, Get Low!
[Cablez]
From the east to the west, n***as feel my sh**
I move in and out of hoods, just to stack my chips
n***as recognize the realest, when I spit my sh**
I'm my own hood legend, and an industry rookie
So you know I got the hood locked, nah kid I won't stop
Even when sh** get heavy, dog we on top
J-T and you know the kid Cablez
We make moves that these n***as can't handle
[Chorus (x2) - Cablez]
It ain't nuthin' like that Mob Life
Fill-moe and Derty Jerz n***as get right
We stack chips, stay on point cause our game tight
East coast, west coast, Mob Life n***a, Get Low!
[Cablez]
You know how my n***as on the west side do it
Thugging with they converse and they khaki suits
We over here on the east, with jeans and wife b's
Some ill a** Nikes, and a long a** white tee
No matter how you put it, from the east to the west
We all in the same hustle, the same struggle
Only real a** n***as get money together
Player haters talk sh** but never step in the game
I made my fame, thats why n***as know my name
Blood in, blood out, I'mma ride for my team n***a
[Chorus (x2) - Cablez]
It ain't nuthin' like that Mob Life
Fill-moe and Derty Jerz n***as get right
We stack chips, stay on point cause our game tight
East coast, west coast, Mob Life n***a, Get Low!
[Outro - Cablez (talking)]
Mob Life Records, motherf**er
Get Low Records n***a
It's your boy Cablez
JT the Bigga Figga
My n***a Hella Tight with the banger kid
Yeah we here now, believe that
We out