[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