What Happened To That Boy

Ay-ay, ay, ay

Yeah, tote 'em up, light it up

Birdman, birdman, motherf*****

Clipse, VA, and NO, what you smelled?

Coca leaf plants, boy

Coca leaf plants straight off the border

Come on, little, handle this business for me, boy

What happened to that boy?

What happened to that boy?

What happened to that boy?

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

What happened to that boy? (Whoa)

What happened to that boy? (Yeah)

What happened to that boy? (Malicious)

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

I hear 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 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 n**** lose sleep

Magnified face help the b**** see clearly

Nine on the waist, hit the b**** up severly

I'm know for the flip of that cocaina

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 ya man, whoa

I'm the reason that your block is vacant

Malicious will hit you just to make a statement

****, Clipse and Cash Money, who ain't rich?

Don't compare me to you, n****, you ain't this, whoa

What happened to that boy?

What happened to that boy?

What happened to that boy?

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

What happened to that boy? (Hey)

What happened to that boy?

What happened to that boy?

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

Stunna and Patty Cake, the worldwide pusher

Birdman, n****, leave the guns in the bushes

**** up bricks, unload 'em to Gussy

Boss of the ghetto with the round-shape cookie

Sh** one, throw one, n**** flood the block

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

**** sittin' on the toilet, b**** get off the pot

The bird just landed so the hood gon' rock

New whips, big chips, the Prada/Gucci ****

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, heavyweight, Birdman, hood boss, baby

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

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

What happened to that boy?

What happened to that boy?

What happened to that boy?

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

What happened to that boy?

What happened to that boy?

What happened to that boy?

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

Ugh, another soul lose

Had to make his shirt match my oxblood-colored Porsche

Ugh, the rims match, of course

Blood hit his Timbs, it reminded me of them

Glistenin', 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 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 dreamin', 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

What happened to that boy?

What happened to that boy?

What happened to that boy?

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

What happened to that boy?

What happened to that boy?

What happened to that boy?

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

Ay-ay, ay, ay there it is ****, there you have it

Birdman, Clipse, y'all smelled it? VA, you know

Uptown n****, we go anywhere with this bull****

We flip bricks you under-smell (Gangster)

Put this puzzle together

Ay Pharrell, you did this sh**  (You did it)

Thousand pieces, puzzles, hundred (Startrak), you know

Let's get this money

Hey n****, I smell somethin', coca leaf plastic, you know

Get money motherf****

However you want it you can get it

From gangsta to blood, take it how you want it