Serial Killa Lyrics

Six million ways to die, choose one

It's time to escape, but I don't know where the f**k 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 gang bang

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 motherf**ker 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
Put two slugs dead in your chest

Now you dead then a motherf**ker creepin' and sleepin'
6 feet deep in, f**kin' with the Pound is

Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide

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 f**k we do what we do
Leave you in a state of paranoia, ooh

Don't make a move for your gat so soon
'Cause I drops bombs like Platoon
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

Until you get the full comprehension
And when you do, that's when the mission
For survival, becomes your every thought
Keep your eyes open, 'cause you don't wanna be caught

Half steppin' with your weapon on safety
Now break yourself motherf**ker, '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 a*s homeboys dwell
Well

Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide

Now tell me, what's my motherf**kin' name?
Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa
Wake up in the mornin', to Lucky Charms cereal

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 f**kin' chest plates

Open and release them guts then I release def cuts
Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruff neck
Now everybody scream nuff respect to the X
Nuff respect given, disrespect and you will not be livin'
Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma

Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide

Now tell me, what's my motherf**kin' name?
Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa
Wake up in the mornin', to Lucky Charms cereal

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