What it do ft. Moose So1o Lyrics

Oh oh oh damn that's Fatha Ferg (High Volume)

I hold weight like a pregnant bitch goin to labor (Labor)

Think twice, cause I'm a give you pain that's major (Major)

Target be on point, I never miss, red laser (Laser)

Pin the tail on the donkey, Naughty by Nature

These niggas really bitch made, every 1 of them pussy

4.5th to his cranium, so don't tempt me

They don't know how to act get smoked like cataracts

Refusing to open the safe results a full clip In ya back

You'll think my guns was Ying Yang by the way they whispa

Have yo ass floating right next to Flippa

Cause I'm da motherfucker that'll blast & ain't gone miss ya

Have ya momma at yo casket askin "who did this to ya?"

(Cop, cop, cop cop) Diamonds that come in every size & shape

The canary in my chain the same color of crime scene tape

(Wait wait wait wait) Jewels so bright we put the sun out of business

Gotta wear sunglasses to just check the time so I don't fuck up my vision

I'm Fatha Ferg, what it do?

On this JAYBeatz, High Volume (High Volume)

Broke bitches I can't fuck wit you

Real nigga gettin money and that's the truth

All my boss niggas, what it do?

All my boss bitches, how are you

Double it up, yea times 2

All about the mula and that's the truth

Ferg stay wit racks, my team postin in the back

Always strapped, in all black nigga ready to attack

They call me Slaughta Stylez, that my nickname

Smokin every beat leavin the studio in flames

Niggas know I'm hot so they try to copy like a xerox machine

They couldn't match me even human torch covered in kerosene

Gettin smoked out, hot box

Get ya wig pushed back, drop top

(Pop, pop, pop) 4.5th goin off, '95 Jordan

Is this yo king? I'm yo king, Michael B. Jordan

(Got, got, got) 'Money, cash, hoes' like X and Jay-Z

We 'Living Legends' 'Ridin High' like 8Ball, MJG

I'm Fatha Ferg what it do?

On this JAYBeatz High Volume (High Volume)

Broke bitches I can't fuck wit you

Real nigga gettin money and that's the truth

All my boss niggas, what it do?

All my boss bitches, how are you

Double it up, yea times 2

All about the mula and that's the truth

True stepper they know who run this shit

Run ya mouth then run and sprint 

Hunt a bitch bout my money, get that check and I run with it

Touch it I'll touch a bitch I put that shit on my government 

Then run it up again, when i die im trying to leave my son this shit

Stunting on a bitch she won't tell me this but she love this shit

Slut the bitch and off the strength her friend gon let my brother hit

I'll show her a few things but if she green I'm a dub the bitch

And fuck ya lover bitch he bet not try me on no sucker shit

I'll BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM

Fuck it I done had to use that strap again, we gon back em in, think its over we spin back again

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM

Make you daffy DUCK lil bitch who laughing then

Cant hide from these shots we know they spots cause we been tapping in

So gon and tap out, swerving i hit the back route

Serving I brought that pack out, we the wave like they let Max out

Tricks are for kids you better blow that bitch you pull that strap out

If I'm lying I'm flying, think you on fire I'll put yo ass out lil bitch

I'm Fatha Ferg what it do?

On this JAYBeatz High Volume (High Volume)

Broke bitches I can't fuck wit you

Real nigga gettin money and that's the truth (High Volume)