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Serial Killa (Ft. Kurupt, Dat Nigga Daz and RBX)

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 midst 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? Eh yo 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 switch, don't be a bitch, let these niggaz know
What's up with you I represent Tha Pound N' Death Row
N' can't no other mothafucka in L.A. or Long Beach
N' Compton, N' Watts, see D-O-G's
Now
You can't come N' you can't run
N' 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 than a mothafucka, creepin' N' sleepin'
6 feet deep in, fuckin' with the Pound is

Suicide, it's a suicide (4X)

(Snoop)
The cloud becomes black N' 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 N' let me lead you
I'll take you on a journey, N' I promise I won't leave you
(I won't leave you)
Until you get the full comprehension
N' when you do, that's when the mission
Of 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, mothafucka, 'fore you make me
Take this 2-11 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...

Suicide, it's a suicide (X3)

Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin' name?
-Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa
(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky Charms cereal)

(RBX)
Deep, deep like the minds of Minolta, now picture this
Let's picnic inside a morgue
Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets
N' I got the machine that cracks your fuckin' chest plates
Open N' 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 N' you will not be livin'
Word to momma, am I, drama, dilemma

Suicide, it's a suicide (3X)

Now tell me, what's my mothafuckin' name
-Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa
(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky Charms cereal)