Crucifix lyrics

[Chorus: Koopsta Knicca & Gangsta Blac]
Inside, inside, inside, inside that funk, can hypnotize, hypnotize
Inside, inside, inside, inside that funk, can hypnotize, hypnotize
Inside, inside, inside, inside that funk, can hypnotize, hypnotize
Scared, a n*gga dead, it's- dead
A n*gga dead, a n*gga dead, it's in my f*ckin' head
Inside, inside, inside, inside that funk, can hypnotize, hypnotize
Scared, a n*gga dead, it's- dead
A n*gga dead, a n*gga dead, it's in my f*ckin' head

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Late nights, I cruise in my Chevrolet
Scopin' out the houses where those stay
Who don't pay the f'izz'ines to Triple 6
Twice and never make a house call, b*tch
Murder is all on my mind, so I grip my plastic .9
I'm forced to only go low where my soul sent me
Some sh*t I'm addicted to in my eyes, and plus the Devil's in me
Don't try to offense the, six to the third power, see
Don't cross that set, young b*tch, I'll stang you boys in the front of these machine guns
We point, don't run
It's kinda hard to duck when I start to buck, buck
I bet you won't get buck, you f*ck ass n*ggas
I catch you slippin', I gets to clippin'
And then we push back my f*ckin' trigger
Happy and figured, what? n*gga, I've come to destroy you
Your old DJ, and fool, I enjoyed you
But now it's time to cut the sh*t
You been tricked, now witness, witness my crucifix
[Chorus: Koopsta Knicca & Gangsta Blac]
Inside, inside, inside, inside that funk, can hypnotize, hypnotize
Scared, a n*gga dead, it's- dead
A n*gga dead, a n*gga dead, it's in my f*ckin' head
Inside, inside, inside, inside that funk, can hypnotize, hypnotize
Scared, a n*gga dead, it's- dead
A n*gga dead, a n*gga dead, it's in my f*ckin' head

[Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca]
Who's in Koop's bed with bloody red all on my pillow?
Fool moved by my window, so I call my n*gga Scarecrow
Chrome, he got the .9 inside thy hand, 'cause me can't go, man
I constantly fight these Devils though inside, it seems he's winnin'
No witness in the dark, I start to rip some hearts up in them parks
Where's your God? Where's your God? Oh, where's your f*ckin' God?
Soon or later player days'll come with many greater
Robbers, killers, cocaine dealers, realest homies, haters
I'm wagin', awaitin' them demons in the f*ckin' basement
Leavin' n*ggas shakin' when they face the face of Satan
Ten safens in thy casket, mend the soul and then I grasp it
That's all they got too far and then the hurt deepens and crackens
Me, Juicy, and Paul, man was rollin' in the f*ckin 'lone
Headed to a motherf*ckin' ritual
Who I'll never tell nobody but somebody would've known
You sold your soul, was it 'cause you ho's was scared, b*tch?
Robbin' these n*ggas and make me some riches, invite 'em to my crucifix
[Chorus: Koopsta Knicca & Gangsta Blac]
Inside, inside, inside, inside that funk, can hypnotize, hypnotize
Scared, a n*gga dead, it's- dead
A n*gga dead, a n*gga dead, it's in my f*ckin' head
Inside, inside, inside, inside that funk, can hypnotize, hypnotize
Scared, a n*gga dead, it's- dead
A n*gga dead, a n*gga dead, it's in my f*ckin' head
Inside, inside, inside, inside that funk, can hypnotize, hypnotize
Scared, a n*gga dead, it's- dead
A n*gga dead, a n*gga dead, it's in my f*ckin' head