[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 n***a dead, it's- dead
A n***a dead, a n***a dead, it's in my fuckin' head
Inside, inside, inside, inside that funk, can hypnotize, hypnotize
Scared, a n***a dead, it's- dead
A n***a dead, a n***a 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 n***as
I catch you slippin', I gets to clippin'
And then we push back my fuckin' trigger
Happy and figured, what? N***a, 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 n***a dead, it's- dead
A n***a dead, a n***a dead, it's in my fuckin' head
Inside, inside, inside, inside that funk, can hypnotize, hypnotize
Scared, a n***a dead, it's- dead
A n***a dead, a n***a 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 n***a 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' n***as 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 n***as and make me some riches, invite 'em to my crucifix
[Chorus: Koopsta Knicca & Gangsta Blac]
Inside, inside, inside, inside that funk, can hypnotize, hypnotize
Scared, a n***a dead, it's- dead
A n***a dead, a n***a dead, it's in my fuckin' head
Inside, inside, inside, inside that funk, can hypnotize, hypnotize
Scared, a n***a dead, it's- dead
A n***a dead, a n***a dead, it's in my fuckin' head
Inside, inside, inside, inside that funk, can hypnotize, hypnotize
Scared, a n***a dead, it's- dead
A n***a dead, a n***a dead, it's in my fuckin' head