Who Sang What Happened to That Boy? Birdman feat. Clipse

Clipse Birdman cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2002-11-26
length: 4:18
Tot' 'em up, light it up *****
Birdman ************
Clipse, V-A, N-O *****
What you smelt
Coke'll leave plastic
Get off the border ************
Come on little'n handle your business for me boy

[Chorus: x2]
What happened to that boy (yo)
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking **** we put a clap into that boy

Whoa, yeah, malicious, yeah
I heard they 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 ***** lose sleep
Magnified face help the ***** see clearly
9 on the waist hit the ***** 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
*****! Clipse and Cash Money who ain't rich
Don't compare me to you ***** you ain't this (Whoa)


Stunna and Patty Cake the worldwide Pusha (get this money)
Birdman ***** leave the guns in the busher
(cuff 'em up, let 'em up *****)
Been shittin' up bricks unload 'em to Gucci
Boss of the ghetto with the round shape cookie
**** one, Dro one ***** flood the block
If I don't go to jail *****s birds gone flop
***** sittin' on the toilet ***** get off the pot
The bird just landed so the hood gon' rot
New whips, big chips the Prada Gucci ****
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 ain't nothin' 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: x2]

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 **** that made fiends rise from the dead like
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: x2]

Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, there it is *****, there you have it
Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you know
Uptown *****, we go anywhere with this bullshit
We flip bricks you under-smell (gangster ************)
Aye ***** put this puzzle together
Aye Pharrell you did this year (you did it *****)
A 1000 pieces puzzles (startrak) 100, you know
Let's get this money (get the money)
Hey ***** I smell somethin', coke'll leave plastic *****
Get money ************
However you want it you can get it pimp
From gangster to blood *****, take it how you want it *****
We did it how we live, ain't nothin' but the thug thing *****
Money thing ************

CD 1
  • 1 Bird Lady Talkin’ (intro)
  • 2 Looks Like a Job 4…
  • 3 Fly in Any Weather
  • 4 Ms. Bird Pageant, Part 1
  • 5 Ms. Bird
  • 6 I Got To
  • 7 Never Had Nothin’
  • 8 Baby You Can Do It
  • 9 Ms. Bird Live From Superdome
  • 10 What Happened to That Boy
  • 11 On the Rocks
  • 12 How It Be
  • 13 Heads Up
  • 14 Hustlas, Pimps and Thugs
  • 15 Fly Away
  • 16 Say It Ain’t So
  • 17 Ms. Bird Pageant, Part 3
  • 18 Do That…
  • 19 Ice Cold
  • 20 Ms. Bird Pageant, Part 4
  • 21 Ghetto Life
  • 22 Keeps Spinnin