Serial Killa -Dr.Dre
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 n***a that takes me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick now we putting in work
Unaccountable amounts of dirt death becomes all n***as
Anybody killer you know what the deal is
N***a you know what the real is
I see some mark brand n***as on the corner flaggin me down
Sayin yo daz what's up with the pound
Is that n***a snoop alright aiyo what's up with the crew
Is them n***as in jail or are them n***as 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 b***h let these n***as know
What's up witchu I represent the pound and death row
And can't no other motherf**ker in la 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 motherf**ker creeping and sleeping
6feet deep in f**king 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 oooh
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
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 'cause you don't wanna be caught
Half stepping with your weapon on safety
Now break yourself motherf**ker 'fore you make me
Take this 211to 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
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 morning eat your 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 to crack your f**kin chest plates
Open and release them guts
Then I release def cuts
Brutal jagged edged totally rough-neck
Now everybody scream 'nough respect to the x
'Nough respect given
Disrespect and you will not be living
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 morning eat your lucky charms cereal