[HOOK] Inside inside inside inside that funk can hypnotize hypnotize dead a nigga dead they said a nigga dead a nigga dead it's in my fuckin head
[DJ Paul] Late nights I cruise in my Chevrolet scopin out the house where those stay who don't play the fizies the triple 6 twice and never make a house call bitch murder is all on my mind so I grab my plastic nine I'm foister on the low-low where my soul sent me some shit now look deep into 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 bitch I'll stang you once in 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 trigga happy and figga what nigga I've come to destroy you your old DJ and fool I enjoyed you but now it's time to cut this shit you been tricked now witness... witness my crucifix
[HOOK: x2]
[Koopsta Knicca] Crucifix spread wit bloody red all on my pillow fool moved by my window so I call my nigga Scarecrow Croomy got the nine inside fine yeah cuz Knick ain't goin I constantly fight these demons but I'm startin to see he's winnin no witness in the dark I start to rip some hearts in them parts where's your god where's your god oh where's your fuckin god? soon or later playa days'll comw with many greater robbers killers coccaine dealers the realest enormous haters I'm wagin awaitin them demons by 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 mane was rollin in the fuckin lone headed to a muthafuckin ritual where I never tell nobody but somebody wouldn't know ya sold ya soul what's the cost you hoes was scared bitch robin these bitches and make me some riches invite em to my crucifix
[HOOK: x3 to fade]
I start to rip some hearts in them parts where's your god where's your god oh where's your fuckin god? soon or later playa days'll comw with many greater robbers killers coccaine dealers the realest enormous haters I'm wagin awaitin them demons by 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 mane was rollin in the fuckin lone headed to a muthafuckin ritual where I never tell nobody but somebody wouldn't know ya sold ya soul what's the cost you hoes was scared bitch robin these bitches and make me some riches invite em to my crucifix