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by Baby feat Clipse
# Debut Chart
14 Dec '02 R&B
45 Feb '03 Hot 100

Lyrics

Ay, ay, ay, tote 'em up Light it up, nigga Birdman, motherfucker Clipse, VA, hey, no, nigga What you smelt Coke'll leave plastic Get off the border, motherfucker Come on little and handle Your business for me, boy [CHORUS] (Brrr) what happened to that boy (yo) (Brrr) what happened to that boy (Brrr) what happened to that boy He was talking shit We put a clap into that boy


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[repeat CHORUS] I heard you snitching on a player Man, say it ain't so Even as a youngin' 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 coke I ener I'm heavy in the street like The seven series Beemer Man, hit 'em with the nina, man Or that four fifth guaranteed To lean you 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 [repeat CHORUS 2x] Stunna and Patty Cake The worldwide pusher Birdman nigga Leave the guns in the bushes Been shitting up bricks Let 'em unload 'em to Boss of the ghetto With the round shape cookie Shit, one, throw one Nigga, flood the block If I don't go to jail Niggas birds gone flop Nigga sitting 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 bends 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 nothing to a baller, baby Pay the cars, big money Heavy weight, bird man, hood boss Baby stepping on my line I'll show a little something [repeat CHORUS 2x] Uh, another soul lost Had to make a shirt match My ox blood colored Porsche Uh, the rims match of course Blood hit his Timbs It reminded me of them Glistening wrist on chiller Gun in the same palm Of gorgeous killer I put this on my Lord My niece was four 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 dreaming Kick my feet up Gun pulled my waist Remind me of my demon So quite your yapping Fore I get to clapping And have your body parts Mixed and matching, fella [repeat CHORUS 2x] Ay, ay, ay, ay There it is, nigga, there you have it Birdman, Clipse, you understand VA, you know Uptown, nigga We go anywhere with this bullshit We flip bricks, you understand Ay, nigga, put this puzzle together Ay, Pharrell you did this year A thousand pieces puzzles A hundred, you know Let's get this money Hey, nigga, I smell something 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 Ain't nothing but the thug thing, nigga

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