What Happened To That Boy lyrics

[Intro: Birdman]

Aye, aye, aye, ya

Tote 'em up, light it up nigga

Birdman, motherfucker

Clipse, VA, NO nigga, what you smelt

Coca leaf plastic

Get off the border, motherfucker

Come on little'n handle your business for me, boy

[Hook: Pusha T & (Birdman)]

(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?

(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?

(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?

He was talking shit, we put a clap into that boy

(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?

(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?

(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?

He was talking shit, we put a clap into that boy

[Verse 1: Malice]

I heard they snitching on a player, man, say it ain't so

Even as a young'un they consigned me to blow

Which explains why I'm worth my weight in gold

While they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O

Word in the streets that the envy is me

Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep

Magnified face help the bitch see clearly

9 on the waist, hit the bitch up severely

I'm known for the flip of that cocaína

I'm heavy in the street like the 7 series Beema' man

Hit 'em with the Nina, man

Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya man, whoa

I'm the reason that your block is vacant

Malicious will hit you just to make a statement

Bitch! Clipse and Cash Money, who ain't rich?

Don't compare me to you, nigga, you ain't this, whoa

[Hook: Pusha T & (Birdman)]

(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?

(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?

(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?

He was talking shit, we put a clap into that boy

(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?

(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?

(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?

He was talking shit, we put a clap into that boy

[Verse 2: Birdman]

Stunna and Patty Cake, the worldwide Pusha

Birdman, nigga, leave the guns in the bushes

Been shitting up bricks, unload 'em to Gussy

Boss of the ghetto with the round-shape cookie

Shit one, throw one, nigga, flood the block

If I don't go to jail, nigga, birds gon' flock

Nigga sitting on the toilet, bitch, get off the pot!

The bird just landed so the hood gonna rock

New whips, big chips, the Prada/Gucci shit

Bought mami a fly Benz, the wide skinny lips

She takes my flight, she holds my weight

While the po-po staked out from state to state

It ain't nothing to a baller, baby, pay the cost

Big money, heavy weight, Birdman, hood boss, baby

Stepping on my line, I'll show a little something

Make Corleone come out and the black crow'll touch ya

[Hook: Pusha T & (Birdman)]

(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?

(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?

(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?

He was talking shit, we put a clap into that boy

(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?

(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?

(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?

He was talking shit, we put a clap into that boy

[Verse 3: Pusha T]

Yuugh! Another soul lost

Had to make his shirt match my oxblood-colored Porsche

Yuugh, the rims match, of course

Blood hit his Timbs, it reminded me of them

Glistening, wrist on chiller

Gun in the same palm, a gorgeous killa

I put this on my Lord

My niece was four when she felt chinchilla

I passed the chauffeur that shit

That made fiends rise from the dead like "Thriller"

Gangster, hustler

At night, still found time to kiss my mother

Live like I'm dreaming, kick my feet up

Gun poked my waist, remind me of my demon

So quit your yappin' before I get to clappin'

And have your body parts mix and matchin', fella

[Hook: Pusha T & (Birdman)]

(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?

(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?

(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?

He was talking shit, we put a clap into that boy

(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?

(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?

(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?

He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy

[Outro: Birdman]

Aye, aye, aye, aye, there it is nigga, there you have it

Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA, you know?

Uptown nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshit

We flip bricks you under-smell (gangster motherfucker)

Aye nigga put this puzzle together

Aye Pharrell, you did this year (you did it nigga)

1000 pieces, puzzles, (startrak) 100, you know

Let's get this money (get the money)

Hey nigga, I smell somethin', coca leaf plastic, bitch

Get money, motherfucker (biatch!)

However you want it, you can get it, pimp

From gangsta to blood, nigga, take it how you want it, nigga

We did it how we live, ain't nothin' but the thug thing, nigga

Money thing, motherfucker

• Artist:Birdman
• Album:Birdman (2002)