Baby AKA The #1 Stunna - What Happened To That Boy

(feat. Clipse, Pharrell Williams)

[Intro: Baby (talking with echo)]
Aye, Aye, Aye, Ya
Tot' 'em up, light it up nigga
Birdman motherfucker
Clipse, VA
NO nigga
What you smell
Coca leaf plant
Straight off the border motherfucker
Come on little'n handle your business for me boy

[Hook: 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 clappin' to that boy

[Verse 1: 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
Which explains 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 the envy is 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 known for the flip of that cocaina
I'm heavy in the street like the 7 series Beamer, 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)

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 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 bushes (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 flock
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 cost
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)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 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, a gorgeous killer
I put this on my lord my niece was 4 when she felt chinchilla
I passed 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 quit ya yappin' fore I get to clappin
and have your body parts mix and matching fella

[Hook]

[Outro: Baby (talking)]
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye
There it is nigga, there you have it
Birdman, Clipse you under-smell?
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
(Star Trak) 100, you know
Let's get this money (get the money)
Hey nigga I smell somethin'
Coca leaf plants, 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 get it how we live!
Aint nothin' but the thug thing nigga
Money thing motherfucker