Serial Killa

Six million ways to die, choose one 

[Kurupt] 
It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed 
Up or down, right or left, life or death 
I see myself in a mist of smoke 
Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke 
We hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin in work 
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggaz 
anybody killa, you know what the deal is 
Nigga, you know what the real is 

[Daz] 
I see some mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin me down 
Sayin, Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound? 
Is that nigga Snoop alright? Aiyyo what's up with the crew? 
Is them niggaz in jail, or are them niggaz through? 
I said, If you ain't up on thangs.. 
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game 
It's like this they don't understand 
It's an everyday thang, to gangbang 
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggaz know 
What's up witchu I represent the Pound and Death Row 
And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach 
and Compton and Watts see D-O-G's 
Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you can't 
see long to the G of the gang 
One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest 
{Pump pump!} Put two slugs dead in your chest 
Now you dead then a motherfucker creepin and sleepin 
6 feet deep in, fuckin with the Pound is 

[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X) 

[Snoop] 
The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue 
Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew 
Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do 
Leave you in a state of paranoia, oooh 
Don't make a move for your gat so soon cuz 
I drops bombs like Platoon (ay nigga) 
Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you 
I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you 
(I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension 
And when you do, that's when the mission 
or survival, becomes your every thought 
Keep your eyes open, cuz you don't wanna be caught 
Half steppin with your weapon on safety 
Now break yourself motherfucker, 'fore you make me 
take this 211 to another level 
I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil 
Now roam through the depths of hell 
Where the rest your busta ass homeboys dwell 
Well... 

[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X) 

Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name? 

[RBX] Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa 

(Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..) 

[RBX] 
Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta, now picture this! 
Let's picnic inside a morgue 
Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets 
And I got the machine, that cracks your fuckin chest plates 
open and release them guts 
Then I release def cuts 
Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruffneck 
Now everybody scream nuff respect to the X 
Nuff respect given 
Disrespect and you will not be livin 
Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma 

[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X) 

Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name 
Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa 

(Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..)