What Happened to That Boy? Birdman (Ft. Clipse)

[Intro: Birdman]
Ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah
Tote 'em up, light it up, nigga (Tote 'em up, light it up, nigga, put it in the air, mo—)
(Birdman, motherfucker) Birdman, motherfucker, fucker
Clipse (Clipse), VA (VA)
NO, nigga (NO, nigga)
What you smell? (Money smell)
Coca leaf plants, boy (Coca leaf plants, bitch)
Coca leaf plants straight off the border, motherfucker
Ayy-ayy, yola, come on, little'un', handle your business for me, boy

[Chorus: Pusha T, Birdman & Malice]
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Yeah)
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?
He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Whoa)
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Yeah)
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Malicious)
He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (Yeah)

[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 eighth to an O
Word in the streets that the envy is me
Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep
Magnified face help the bitch see clearly
Nine on the waist, hit the bitch up severely
I'm known for the flip of that cocaína
I'm heavy in the street like the 7-Serie' Beemer, man
Hit 'em with the Nina, man
Or that four-fit', guaranteed to lean your man, whoa!
I'm the reason that your block is vacant
Malicious will hit you just to make a statement, bitch
Clipse and Cash Money—who ain't rich?
Don't compare me to you, nigga; you ain't this, whoa!