Serial Killa Lyrics - Doggystyle - Snoop Dogg

Six million ways to die, choose one 

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 niggas 

Anybody killa, you know what the deal is 

Nigga, you know what the real is 

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I see some mark brand niggas 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 niggas in jail, or are them niggas 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 niggas know 

What's up witchu 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 two slugs dead in your chest 

Now you dead then a motherfucker creepin and sleepin 

6 feet deep in, fuckin with the Pound is 

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Suicide, it's a suicide 

(Repeat x4) 

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 

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 busta ass homeboys dwell 

Well 

Suicide, it's a suicide 

(Repeat x3) 

Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin 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, 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 

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