Kryptonite (Remix)

[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: Killer Mike]

Time and time again, punk

Ho I’m back to telling you

I’m the shit, bitch

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

Fuck me, I was getting my Twista on

Fuck 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 niggas and these hoes

I am Weezy, baby, president and CEO

I be on that bubble gum

Straight from out the candy store

Fifi roll a cherry blunt

Call that thing a fatty [?]

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 shit

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

This Bubba Mathis by way of LaGrange and Athens, let me ventilate

Let me breathe

[?] sip the lean

96 degrees and I chillin’ these

Suckas 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 Killer

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 sucka emcees chagrine

That Kryptonite finna win

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]