Crucifix - Koopsta Knicca

Inside, inside, inside, inside that funk, can hypnotize, hypnotize

I’m scared, a nigga dead, I’m scared

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 fizz-ines to Triple 6

Twice and never make a house call bitch

Murder is all on my mind, so I grab my plastic nine

I’m forced to only go (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 the shit

You been tricked, now witness…

Witness my crucifix

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 nine 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 playa days’ll come with many greater

Robbers, killers, cocaine dealers, the 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 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

Robbin' these bitches and make me some riches

Invite 'em to my crucifix