Clipse - What Happened to That Boy? lyrics

[Baby (talking with echo)] Aye, Aye, Aye, Ya Tot' 'em up, light it up n***a Birdman motherf**er Clipse, VA, NO n***a What you smelt Coke'll leave plastic Get off the border motherf**er Come on little'n handle your business for me boy [Hook: Pusha T] (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? He was talking sh** 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 sh** 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 n***a lose sleep Magnified face help the b**h see clearly 9 on the waist, hit the b**h up severely I'm known for the flip of that c**a-ina 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 I'm the reason that your block is vacant Malicious will hit you just to make a statement b**h! Clipse and Cash Money: who ain't rich? Don't compare me to you, n***a, you ain't this [Hook: Pusha T] (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? He was talking sh** 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 sh** we put a clap into that boy [Verse 2: Birdman] Stunna and Patty Cake, the worldwide Pusha Birdman, n***a, leave the guns in the bushes Been sh**ting up bricks, unload 'em to Gucci Boss of the ghetto with the round-shape cookie sh** one, throw one, n***a: flood the block If I don't go to jail, n***a, birds gon' flock n***a sitting on the toilet: b**h, get off the pot! The bird just landed so the hood gonna rot New whips, big chips, the Prada Gucci sh** 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 then the black crow will touch ya [Hook: Pusha T] (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? He was talking sh** 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 sh** we put a clap into that boy [Verse 3: Pusha T] Yuugh Another soul lost Had to make his shirt match my ox-blood-colored Porsche Yuugh, the rims match of course Blood hit his Timbs, it reminded me of them Glistening, wrist on chilla Gun in the same palm: a gorgeous k**a I put this on my Lord: my niece was 4 when she felt chinchilla I pa**ed the chauffeur that sh** 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] (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? He was talking sh** 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 sh** we put a clap into that boy [Baby (talking)] Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, there it is n***a, there you have it Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you know Uptown n***a, we go anywhere with this bullsh** We flip bricks you under-smell (gangster motherf**er) Aye n***a put this puzzle together Aye Pharrell you did this year (you did it n***a) A 1000 pieces puzzles (startrak) 100, you know Let's get this money (get the money) Hey n***a I smell somethin', coke'll leave plastic b**h Get money motherf**er However you want it you can get it pimp From gangster to blood n***a, take it how you want it n***a We did it how we live, ain't nothin' but the thug thing n***a Money thing motherf**er