Koopsta Knicca, DJ Paul - Crucifix lyrics

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 nigga dead, it's- dead
A nigga dead, a nigga dead
It's in my fuckin' head
Inside, inside, inside, inside that
Funk, can hypnotize, hypnotize
Scared, a nigga dead, it's- dead
A nigga dead, a nigga dead
It's in my fuckin' head

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, bitch
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 shit 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 bitch
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 fuck ass niggas
I catch you slippin', I gets to clippin'
And then we push back my fuckin' trigger
Happy and figured, what? Nigga
I've come to destroy you
Your old DJ, and fool, I enjoyed you
But now it's time to cut the shit
You been tricked, now witness
Witness my crucifix

Inside, inside, inside, inside that
Funk, can hypnotize, hypnotize
Scared, a nigga dead, it's- dead
A nigga dead, a nigga dead
It's in my fuckin' head
Inside, inside, inside, inside that
Funk, can hypnotize, hypnotize
Scared, a nigga dead, it's- dead
A nigga dead, a nigga dead
It's in my fuckin' head

Who's in Koop's bed with bloody
Red all on my pillow?
Fool moved by my window
So I call my nigga 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' basement
Leavin' niggas 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 fuckin 'lone
Headed to a motherfuckin' ritual
Who I'll never tell nobody
But somebody would've known
You sold your soul, was it
'cause you ho's was scared, bitch?
Robbin' these niggas and make me some riches
Invite 'em to my crucifix

Inside, inside, inside, inside that
Funk, can hypnotize, hypnotize
Scared, a nigga dead, it's- dead
A nigga dead, a nigga dead
It's in my fuckin' head
Inside, inside, inside, inside that
Funk, can hypnotize, hypnotize
Scared, a nigga dead, it's- dead
A nigga dead, a nigga dead
It's in my fuckin' head
Inside, inside, inside, inside that
Funk, can hypnotize, hypnotize
Scared, a nigga dead, it's- dead
A nigga dead, a nigga dead
It's in my fuckin' head