Crucifix (Original Version)

[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp, DJ Paul] He-he stuck his tone to my face, then fool, hit the ground Kill him He stuck his tone to my face, then fool, hit the ground Kill h- He-he stuck his tone to my face, then fool, hit the ground Kill someone, fool Jumpin'-jumpin' out them bushes for young killas full of that fuckin' crown Yeah, surprise, fool! [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 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 [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, 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 [Chorus: Koopsta Knicca & Gangsta Blac] 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 [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 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, Skinny, and Paul, man was rollin' in the fuckin 'lone Headed to a mothafuckin' 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 bitches and make me some riches, let's ride on to my crucifix [Chorus: Koopsta Knicca & Gangsta Blac] 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