Tytuł: What Happened To That Boy

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[Baby (talking with echo)]
  Aye, Aye, Aye, Ya
  Tot' 'em up, light it up nigga
  Birdman motherfucker
  Clipse, VA, NO nigga
  What you smelt
  Coke'll leave plastic
  Get off the border motherfucker
  Come on little'n handle your business for me boy
  
  [Chorus: Pusha T & (Pharrell) (2x)]
  (Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy (yo)
  (Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
  (Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
  He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy
  
  [Malice]
  Whoa...Yeah...Malicious...Yeah
  I heard they snitchin' on a player man say it aint so
  Even as a young'n they consigned me to blow
  Witches claims 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 can envy as 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 know for the flip of that coke I ener
  I'm heavy in the street like the 7 series Bimma
  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 ya just to make a statement
  Bitch! Clipse and Cash Money who aint rich
  Don't compare me to you nigga you aint this (Whoa)
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Baby]
  Aye...Aye...Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye...
  Stunna and Patty Cake the worldwide Pusha (get this money)
  Birdman nigga leave the guns in the busher (cuff 'em up, let 'em up bitch)
  Been shittin' up bricks unload 'em to Gucci
  Boss of the ghetto with the round shape cookie
  Shit one, Dro one nigga flood the block
  If I don't go to jail niggas birds gone flop
  Nigga sittin' on the toilet bitch get off the pot
  The bird just landed so the hood gon' rot
  New whips, big chips the Prada Gucci shit
  But mami your 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 aint nuttin to a baller baby
  Pay the cars, big money, heavy weight, bird man, hood boss
  Baby steppin on my line I'll show a little somethin'
  They callin' you don't come out then the black crow will touch ya (touch ya)
  
  [Chorus (2x)]
  
  [Pusha T]
  Ughhh...Another soul lost
  Had to make a shirt match my ox blood colored Porsche
  Ughhh...The rims match of course
  Blood hit his Timbs it reminded me of them
  Glistenin' wrist on chiller
  Gun in the same palm of gorgeous killer
  I put this on my lord my niece was 4 when she felt chinchilla
  I past the shore for 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 dreamin' kick my feet up
  Gun pulled my waist remind me of my demon
  So quite ya yappin' fore I get to clappin
  And have your body parts mix and matching fella
  
  [Chorus (2x)]
  
  [Baby (talking)]
  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)
  A 1000 pieces puzzles (startrak) 100, you know
  Let's get this money (get the money)
  Hey nigga I smell somethin', coke'll leave plastic bitch
  Get money motherfucker
  However you want it you can get it pimp
  From gangster to blood nigga, take it how you want it nigga
  We did it how we live, aint nothin' but the thug thing nigga
  Money thing motherfucker