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