[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****z mayne doing it twice
Coming through with the throughest rights
N**** understand, eighty bars n**** four hundred grand
Ain't talking about that real s**t, talking bout that filthy Fill-moe
Get the steal s**t, put it down, get the deal b****
You betta know the game
JT the Bigga Figga mayne, throw them flames
Put it down with the gamblers, handle the rock
A**assin in the cuts mayne, ready to pop
We ain't popping with no pistols, we popping with game
Putting it down n****, the money train
Like I told you last song, this s**t 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****z get right
We stack chips, stay on point cause our game tight
East coast, west coast, Mob Life n****, Get Low!
[Cablez]
From the east to the west, n****z feel my s**t
I move in and out of hoods, just to stack my chips
N****z recognize the realest, when I spit my s**t
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 s**t get heavy, dog we on top
J-T and you know the kid Cablez
We make moves that these n****z cant handle
[Chorus (x2) - Cablez]
It ain't nuthin' like that Mob Life
Fill-moe and Derty Jerz n****z get right
We stack chips, stay on point cause our game tight
East coast, west coast, Mob Life n****, Get Low!
[Cablez]
You know how my n****z 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****z get money together
Player haters talk s**t but never step in the game
I made my fame, thats why n****z know my name
Blood in, blood out, I'mma ride for my team n****
[Chorus (x2) - Cablez]
It ain't nuthin' like that Mob Life
Fill-moe and Derty Jerz n****z get right
We stack chips, stay on point cause our game tight
East coast, west coast, Mob Life n****, Get Low!
[Outro - Cablez (talking)]
Mob Life Records, motherf**ker
Get Low Records n****
It's your boy Cablez
JT the Bigga Figga
My n**** Hella Tight with the banger kid
Yeah we here now, believe that
We out |
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