What Happened to That Boy?

Lyrics

[Intro: Birdman] Ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy (Yeah) Tote 'em up, light it up, nigga (Tote 'em up, light it up, nigga) (Birdman, motherfucker) Birdman, motherfucker, fucker Clipse (Clipse), VA (VA) NO, nigga (NO, nigga) What you smell? (Money smell) Coca leaf plants, boy (Coca leaf plants, bitch) Coca leaf plants straight off the border, motherfucker (Ayy-ayy, yola) Come on, little one, handle your business for me, boy [Chorus: Pusha T, Birdman & Malice] (Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Yeah) (Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Brrr) What happened to that boy? He was talkin' shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Woah) (Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Yeah) (Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Malicious) He was talkin' shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (Yeah) [Verse 1: Malice] I heard they snitchin' on a player, man, say it ain't so Even as a youngin, they consigned me to blow Which explains why I'm worth my weight in gold While they was takin' baby steps from an eighth 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 Bimmer, man Hit 'em with the nina, man Or that four-fifth, guaranteed to lean you, man, woah 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, woah [Chorus: Pusha T & Birdman] (Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Brrr) What happened to that boy? He was talkin' shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Ayy) (Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy) He was talkin' shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (Ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy) [Verse 2: Birdman] Stunna and Patty Cake, the worldwide pusher (Let's get this money, nigga) Birdman, nigga, leave the guns in the bushes Been shittin' up bricks, unload 'em to Gussy (Cuff 'em up, light 'em up, bitch) 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 (Brrr, brrr) Nigga sittin' on the toilet, bitch, get off the pot The bird just landed, so the hood gon' 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 port was staked out from state to state It ain't nothin' to a baller, baby Pay the cost, big-money heavyweight, Birdman hood boss, baby Steppin' on my line, I'll show a little somethin' Make Corleone come out and the black crow'll touch you [Chorus: Pusha T & Birdman] (Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Brrr) What happened to that boy? He was talkin' shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Brrr) What happened to that boy? He was talkin' shit, we put a clappin' to that boy [Verse 3: Pusha T] Uh, another soul lost Had to make his shirt match my oxblood-colored Porsche Uh, 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 killer 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' b'ore I get to clappin' And have your body parts mix-and-matchin', fella [Chorus: Pusha T & Birdman] (Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Ayy) He was talkin' shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (Ayy, ayy) (Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Brrr) What happened to that boy? He was talkin' shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy) [Outro: Birdman] There it is, nigga, there you have it Birdman, Clipse, you under-smell? VA, you know? Uptown, nigga We go anywhere with this bullshit, we from the bricks, you under-smell? (Gangster, motherfucker) Ayy, nigga, put this puzzle together Ayy, Pharrell, you did it this year, nigga (You did it, nigga) Thousand pieces (Uh-huh), puzzles (Star Trek, nigga), hundred, you know Let's get this money (Yeah, let's get the money, baby) Ayy, nigga, I smell somethin', coca leaf plants, bitch, you know? Get money, motherfucker (Bitch) However you want it, you can get it, pimp From gangster to blood, nigga, take it how you want it, nigga, we get it how we live Ain't nothin' but the thug thing, nigga Money thing, motherfucker