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Six million ways to die, choose one[Kurupt]It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headedUp or down, right or left, life or deathI see myself in a mist of smokeDeath becomes any nigga that takes me for a jokeWe hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin in workUnaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggazanybody killa, you know what the deal isNigga, you know what the real is[Daz]I see some mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin me downSayin, "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 understandIt's an everyday thang, to gangbangMake that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggaz knowWhat's up witchu I represent the Pound and Death RowAnd can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beachand Compton and Watts see D-O-G'sNow, you can't come and you can't run, and you can'tsee long to the G of the gangOne gun is all that we need, to put you to rest{Pump pump!} Put two slugs dead in your chestNow you dead then a motherfucker creepin and sleepin6 feet deep in, fuckin with the Pound is [RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X)[Snoop]The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blueNow you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crewAin't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we doLeave you in a state of paranoia, ooohDon't make a move for your gat so soon cuzI drops bombs like Platoon (ay nigga)Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead youI'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you(I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehensionAnd when you do, that's when the missionor survival, becomes your every thoughtKeep your eyes open, cuz you don't wanna be caughtHalf steppin with your weapon on safetyNow break yourself motherfucker, 'fore you make metake this 211 to another levelI come up with your ends, you go down with the devilNow roam through the depths of hellWhere the rest your busta ass homeboys dwellWell...[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 morgueNot pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic casketsAnd I got the machine, that cracks your fuckin chest platesopen and release them gutsThen I release def cutsBrutal, jagged edged, totally ruffneckNow everybody scream nuff respect to the XNuff respect givenDisrespect and you will not be livinWord to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X)Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin nameSerial killa, serial killa, serial killa("Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..")