(feat. JT the Bigga Figga)



[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