Burning Krypt (with 2wice And 4-tray) – B-Legit – letras

Spoken intro]\ »‘ey n-gga.\ »\ »‘sup.\ »\ »Get this sh-t right…they call this crypt right here.This some real crypt tonight, right.\ »\ »C’mon, this ain’t no motherf-cking crypt, fool.\ »\ »Man, that’s crypt, n-gga! That ain’t no ordinary light green n-gga,that sh-t lie you on your BACK!\ »*Lighter*\ »Everybody be talkin’ about they got that crypt, man..n-gga, that’s real crypt, that ain’t no light sh-t..\ »*Coughing*\ »Got ’em..\ »\ »Wha.. wha..\ »[Heavy breathing in BG during next line]\ »Damn, boy, wake up! What the f-ck happened?Told this n-gga to be careful man!I told this stupid ass n-gga this was crypt, man!He can’t f-ck with this!\ »[Breathing stops][Melodically spoken]\ »You betta be careful if you’re burnin’ crypt..\ »[Beat kicks in](coughing)[2wice]I’ma burning crypt till I get tire’Earning my crypt till I retireDon’t fiends(?) smoke greenRun and get your lighterDon’t trip off the hit’cause you’re out of fireNow cut through the jam, with B-LegitEverytime smoke some tight, we be’s get litFrom back on the ground, I see’s a gripOn the tracks with my 9′, that be on the hitTrip, I might slip, rips some leverage(?)Flip, a nice fake, gets some cabbage(?!)From who, hey look at so(?), man, her feet(?)Come through!.. meet me at the hotel negro..(??)I’m slacking, cut the chat, bust my singleI got choose from these fools, plus my rings glow (?)Cause 2wice about the passion, with the iced-out necklaceand hit the crypt that puts your lights out in a secondDon’t mess with the 2wice ’cause it’s scintilating(?)..now you’re hyperventilatingHow you like the penetration, of this grade a humble, n-ggas made afumbleI’m in the sixth hump with six blunts, and n-ggas got rumble!(Repeat Chorus x2)[B-Legit]I smack crypt by the (-finger)?, kiss the greenBack-to-back Phillies like a damn machineI got lean on me for ..shut up, make it not(??)And sleepy-ass 40(?) till your ass destroyedAvoid the test, take other routesI got a gang of spots they wanna know aboutI’m slo-mo high doin’ 63And a n-gga on crypt gettin’ high like meIt’s a puffed-up game so a I stay heatedDon’t like no stress, so I stay weededBeen breathin’, down since the grass rootsGet off that sh-t, I fast chew(?)Luke get made, Puff’s like the gameThunderbird mixed with grape kool-aidI serves motherf-cker when it comes to smokeB-Legit and 2wice burnin’ crypt from oak[Repeat chorus x2][4-Tray]Stickin’ green, Bombay galoreSh-t, I’m like a kid up in a candy storeN-gga, inhale, exhale, ’till it’s all smoked upWe breakin’ down clusters ’till they all broke upTwisted, gettin’ lifted off the crypt tonightWith 2wice and B-Legit we gon’ be ripped tonightCan’t be accountable for saddest actions, high like this,there ain’t no tellin’ how n-ggas gon’ be actin’, who gon’ be blastin’,We blazin, and hit the highway, one-on-oneSome smoke zags(?), some smoke bluntsI smoke bombs(?), and they can’t do nothin’ for meAsk your neighboorhood weed man, playa, I’m sure he know meThe n-gga who be comin’ for the fees(?) and sh-tSmokin’ like a train, fool I’m always litLet’s fade up in the shade, and let the Phillies blazeWith your boy 4-Tay*, that’s how we do it in the bay, n-gga[x4, lines in parantheses spoken during repetition]We got the right to smoke, and will selectYou know the haters can’t stand us, but give us respect(Give the mic)(Got the crypt tight)(Yeah)(That crypt tonight)(That light green tonight)(You n-ggas ain’t knowin’)(Lay your ass right)(Bay area we got crypt)(Yeah yeah, that Northern bay man..)(Hey, hey, you be comin’ through with that..)(I’m not doin’ one more thing man..)(That Canadian man)(Where the f-ck you get that sh-t from n-gga!?)(Ha ha ha.. that’s it right there)(You know..)[Continues indistinct; convo. between 4-tay and B-legit](Check this out)(It’s crackin’ like)[Instrumental ’till end]