Six million ways to die, choose one<br />
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It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed<br />
Up or down, right or left, life or death<br />
I see myself in a mist of smoke<br />
Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke<br />
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We hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin' in work<br />
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggaz<br />
Anybody killa, you know what the deal is<br />
Nigga, you know what the real is<br />
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I see some mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin' me down<br />
Sayin', "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound?<br />
Is that nigga Snoop alright? Aiyyo what's up with the crew?<br />
Is them niggaz in jail, or are them niggaz through?"<br />
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I said, "If you ain't up on thangs<br />
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game"<br />
It's like this they don't understand<br />
It's an everyday thang, to gangbang<br />
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Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggaz know<br />
What's up witchu I represent the Pound and Death Row<br />
And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach<br />
And Compton and Watts see D-O-G's<br />
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Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you can't<br />
see long to the G of the gang<br />
One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest<br />
Put two slugs dead in your chest<br />
Now you dead then a motherfucker creepin' and sleepin'<br />
6 feet deep in, fuckin' with the Pound is<br />
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Suicide, it's a suicide<br />
Suicide, it's a suicide<br />
Suicide, it's a suicide<br />
Suicide, it's a suicide<br />
<br />
The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue<br />
Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew<br />
Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do<br />
Leave you in a state of paranoia, ooh<br />
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Don't make a move for your gat so soon 'cuz<br />
I drops bombs like Platoon<br />
Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you<br />
I'll take you on a journey and I promise I won't leave you<br />
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I won't leave you until you get the full comprehension<br />
And when you do, that's when the mission<br />
Or survival, becomes your every thought<br />
Keep your eyes open, 'cuz you don't wanna be caught<br />
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Half steppin' with your weapon on safety<br />
Now break yourself motherfucker, 'fore you make me<br />
Take this 211 to another level<br />
I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil<br />
Now roam through the depths of hell<br />
Where the rest your busta ass homeboys dwell, well<br />
<br />
Suicide, it's a suicide<br />
Suicide, it's a suicide<br />
Suicide, it's a suicide<br />
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Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin' name?<br />
Serial Killa, Serial Killa, Serial Killa<br />
Wake up in the mornin', to Lucky Charms cereal<br />
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Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta, now picture this<br />
Let's picnic inside a morgue, not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets<br />
And I got the machine, that cracks your fuckin' chest plates<br />
Open and release them guts then I release def cuts<br />
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Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruffneck<br />
Now everybody scream nuff respect to the X<br />
Nuff respect given, disrespect and you will not be livin'<br />
Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma<br />
<br />
Suicide, it's a suicide<br />
Suicide, it's a suicide<br />
Suicide, it's a suicide<br />
<br />
Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin' name?<br />
Serial Killa, Serial Killa, Serial Killa<br />
Wake up in the mornin', to Lucky Charms cereal