The Beat Bullies - Kryptonite (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Big Boi] I be on it all night, man I be on it (day day) All day straight up pimp If you want me you can find me in da [Crowd] HEY! (I'm on it) HEY! (I'm on it) HEY! (I'm on it) HEY! (I'm on it) HEY! (I'm on it) HEY! (I'm on it) HEY! (I'm on it) HEY! (I'm on it) [Verse 1: k**er Mike] Time and time again, punk Ho I'm back to telling you I'm the sh**, b**h That's it, all I'm telling you Do not interrupt my grind Playboy I am telling you Or I will visit you on Monday By Friday they smellin' you I be burning kryp It take [?] to your favorite boo B' you see me swinging drunk Candy paint on twenty-twos Ridin' in the ‘llac with the weed in the back With the crack in the Mac and the pack in the back Cause the Krypt on the wood And the cruise on chrome f** me, I was getting my Twista on f** that, let me get my Twista on I'mma burn me a zip With a hydro grip I buy by the pound, baby Not by the zip I take it outta town in the trunk of a rental To the hotel with the pounds get flipped If you need them grams, I'm your man Blueberry, Amsterdam Northern Lights; You understand? [Hook] [Rock-D] I be on dat Kryptonite Straight up on dat Kryptonite I be on dat, straight up on dat I be on dat Kryptonite I be on dat Kryptonite Straight up on dat Kryptonite I be on dat, straight up on dat I be on dat Kryptonite [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Time and time again I gotta tell these n***as and these hoes I am Weezy, baby, president and CEO I be on that bubble gum Straight from my [??] candy store Fifi roll a cherry blunt Call that thing a [??] Know what's in my tall cup Watch me drink it all up Yeah, that's that syrup baby Get yo' Paul Wall up Steppin' out the Maserati Totin' that Kamikaze Smokin' that morning mist Smellin' like Bath and Body What about that peach and cream What about banana split What about that kiwi dream We be on that fruity sh** I like that straight kush I like that straight piff I need a wheelchair Cause I be on that Krypt [Hook] [Verse 3: Bubba Sparxxx] Time and time again I gotta turn back ‘round every other way Cause Bubba matters by [??] let me ventilate Let me breathe [??] 96 degrees and I chillin' these s**as try to hit me with the freeze Heat it back up, mail it in with ease Pick up the pace Whip dick in your face Big winnin' the race And this his ace Any of these fakes Trynna enter this space Pray to God for his grace This Krypt is night laced Get you a taste Stutterin' with Bubba Get it with k**er Leave with Concrete Smerk with the perc Murders a cur Up this syrup I''ll certainly show ya You've heard it before You'll see it again It's me at the beginning It'll be me at the end Much to a s**a emcees chagrine That Kryptonite finna win [Hook] [Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]