What Happened To That Boy (Album Version)

What Happened To That Boy - Baby - Various Artists

What happened to that boy

What happened to that boy

What happened to that boy

He was talking sh*t

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 sh*t

We put a clap into that boy

I heard he snitchin' on a player, man, say it ain't 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 ni**a lose sleep

Magnified face help the b**ch see clearly

9 on the waist hit the b**ch up severely

I'm known 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

Oh, I'm the reason that your block is vacant

Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement, b**ch

Clipse and Cash Money, who ain't rich?

Don't compare me to you, ni**a, you ain't this, woh

What happened to that boy

What happened to that boy

What happened to that boy

He was talking sh*t

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 sh*t

We put a clap into that boy

Stunna and Patty Cake, the worldwide Pusha

Birdman, ni**a, leave the guns in the busher

Been shittin' up bricks unload 'em to Gucci

Boss of the ghetto, with the round shape cookie

Sh*t one, Dro one, ni**a, flood the block

If I don't go to jail, niggas, birds gone flop

Ni**a sittin' on the toilet, b**ch, get off the pot

The bird just landed so the hood gon' rot

New whips, big chips, the Prada, Gucci sh*t

But, mami, you 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 nuttin' to a baller baby

Pay the cars, big money, heavy weight, Birdman, hood boss

Baby steppin' on my line, I'll show a little somethin'

They callin' you don't come out then the black crow'll touch ya

What happened to that boy

What happened to that boy

What happened to that boy

He was talking sh*t

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 sh*t

We put a clap into that boy

Another soul lost, had to make a shirt

Match my ox blood colored Porsche

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 sh*t 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

What happened to that boy

What happened to that boy

What happened to that boy

He was talking sh*t

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 sh*t

We put a clap into that boy