What Happened To That Boy ft. Clipse
Birdman & Lil' Wayne Feat. Rick Ross & T-Pain Lyrics

Tot' 'em up, light it up nigga
Prepare the drugs and light up the joint

Birdman motherfucker
Introduce Birdman as the artist

Clipse, V-A, N-O nigga
Mention Clipse, the rap group from Virginia and New Orleans

What you smelt
What did you smell?

Coke'll leave plastic
The cocaine will leave behind plastic residue

Get off the border motherfucker
Stop dealing drugs across the border

Come on little'n handle your business for me boy
Handle your business and make money for me

[Chorus: x2]
The chorus repeats twice

What happened to that boy (yo)
What happened to that person?

He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy
He talked trash and we shot him

Whoa, yeah, malicious, yeah
Express surprise and acknowledge being malicious

I heard they snitchin' on a player man say it ain't so
I heard someone is snitching, I hope it is not true

Even as a young'n they consigned me to blow
Even as a young person, they gave me drugs to sell

Witches claims why I'm worth my weight in gold
People gossip about why I am so valuable

While they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O
While other drug dealers were still learning, I was already dealing large quantities

Word in the streets that can envy as me
People on the streets are jealous of me

Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep
There is enough jewelry on my watch to make someone envious

Magnified face help the bitch see clearly
The magnified watch face helps a woman see it clearly

9 on the waist hit the bitch up severely
I have a gun on my waist to shoot someone badly

I'm know for the flip of that coke I ener
I am known for selling and making a profit from cocaine

I'm heavy in the street like the 7 series Bimma
I am wealthy and influential on the streets

Man, hit 'em with the Nina man
Shoot them with the gun

Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya man (Whoa)
Shoot them with this type of gun and they will lean (fall down)

I'm the reason that your block is vacant
I am the reason for vacant places in your neighborhood

Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement
We will harm someone just to make a point

Bitch! Clipse and Cash Money who ain't rich
I am rich and in the rap groups Clipse and Cash Money

Don't compare me to you nigga you ain't this (Whoa)
Don't compare yourself to me, you are not on my level

Stunna and Patty Cake the worldwide Pusha (get this money)
Refer to Birdman and Patty Cake as successful businessmen

Birdman nigga leave the guns in the busher
Birdman, leave the guns in the bushes

(cuff 'em up, let 'em up bitch)
Cuff them and release them

Been shittin' up bricks unload 'em to Gucci
I have been working hard and selling drugs to Gucci

Boss of the ghetto with the round shape cookie
I am the boss of the ghetto and my ring has a round cookie-like shape

Shit one, Dro one nigga flood the block
Sell one type of drug and people will flood the neighborhood to buy it

If I don't go to jail niggas birds gone flop
If I don't get arrested, others who sell drugs will lose customers

Nigga sittin' on the toilet bitch get off the pot
If someone is using the toilet, tell them to hurry up and finish

The bird just landed so the hood gon' rot
I just arrived and the neighborhood will start to sell drugs more

New whips, big chips the Prada Gucci shit
I have new cars, money, and expensive clothing

But mami your fly Benz the wide skinny lips
Your car is attractive, and you have full but thin lips

She takes my flight she holds my weight
She supports me and my business

While the po-po staked out from state to state
The police are watching us closely from state to state

It ain't nothin' to a baller baby
Being rich is easy for me

Pay the cars, big money, heavy weight, bird man, hood boss
I am wealthy, influential, and the boss of the neighborhood

Baby steppin on my line I'll show a little somethin'
If anyone tries to mess with me, I will retaliate

They callin' you don't come out
People are calling for you, but you don't show up

Then the black crow will touch ya (touch ya)
Something bad will happen to you

Another soul lost
Another person died

Had to make a shirt match my ox blood colored Porsche
I bought a shirt to match my red Porsche

The rims match of course
The wheels also match the car

Blood hit his Timbs it reminded me of them
When I saw the blood on his Timbs, it reminded me of another situation

Glistenin' wrist on chiller
My jeweled bracelet is sparkling

Gun in the same palm of gorgeous killer
I am beautiful but also capable of murder

I put this on my lord my niece was 4 when she felt chinchilla
I swear by God that my niece touched my chinchilla fur when she was four

I past the shore for that shit that made fiends rise from the dead like Thriller
I went to another location to sell drugs that people were addicted to

Gangster, hustler
I am a gangster and I hustle

At night still found time to kiss my mother
Even though I am busy, I still make time for family

Live like I'm dreamin' kick my feet up
I am living a great life and relaxing

Gun pulled my waist remind me of my demon
Having a gun on my waist reminds me of my dark side

So quite ya yappin' fore I get to clappin'
Stop talking before I shoot you

And have your body parts mix and matching fella
I will kill you and your body parts will be scattered

Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, there it is nigga, there you have it
There it is, that's the truth

Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you know
Birdman, Clipse, and others are selling drugs and making money

Uptown nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshit
We can sell drugs anywhere in the city

We flip bricks you under-smell (gangster motherfucker)
We sell drugs and you don't even know about it (expressing bravado)

Aye nigga put this puzzle together
Figure out this situation

Aye Pharrell you did this year (you did it nigga)
Pharrell, you had a successful year

A 1000 pieces puzzles (startrak) 100, you know
Pharrell's business Star Trak made a lot of money

Let's get this money (get the money)
Let's continue to make money

Hey nigga I smell somethin', coke'll leave plastic bitch
I smell cocaine because it leaves behind plastic

Get money motherfucker
We are motivated by making money

However you want it you can get it pimp
You can get what you want from us in exchange for money

From gangster to blood nigga, take it how you want it nigga
We are both gangsters and bloods, take it however you want

We did it how we live, ain't nothin' but the thug thing nigga
We live as thugs and that's how we make money