[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 fizzines to Triple 6

Twice and never make a house call, bitch

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

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've 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 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, player days'll come with many greater

Robbers, killers, cocaine dealers, realest homies, haters

I'm ragin', 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' the niggas 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 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