Crucifix

by Koopsta Knicca

From the album: Da Devil's Playground: Underground Solo

Duration: 3:59

Da Devil's Playground: Underground Solo cover art

Lyrics for Crucifix

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 Ccan 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 fizzines 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 hoes 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