Serial Killa Lyrics

Six million ways to die, choose one

[Verse One: Kurupt, Daz]

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

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 with you 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 2 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]

[Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

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
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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 buster ass homeboys dwell

Well...

[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 morning, to Lucky Charms cereal)

[Verse Three: 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 morning, to Lucky Charms cereal)

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