Serial Killa







6 million ways to die, choose 1

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 here to 5 dollar stick, we put it to work
unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all Niggaz
anybody killa, you know what the deal is
Nigga, you know what the real is
I see some mark off Niggaz, flaggin me down
sayin yo Daz, what's up with the pound
Is that Nigga snoop alright?
what's up with the Cripes?
Is them Niggaz in jail, let them Niggaz throu
i said if you ain't up on thang
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg pounds the game
it's like this they don't understand
it's an everyday thang, to gangbang
ain't that twist, don't be a bitch, let these Niggaz know
what's up with you i represent the Pound and Death row
and can't no other motherfucker lay in Long Beach
and Compton, Wattz, see the real OG'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 2 slugs dead in your chest
Now you deader then a motherfucker, creepin and sleepin
6 feet deepin', Fuckin with the pound is..

Suicide, it's a 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 yer in the mist of the dogg pound crew, ain't no clue
on where the fuck we headed, or do what the fuck we do
see you in a state of paranoia, ohh
don't make a move for your gat so soon, 'cuz
i dropes bombs like platoons
Hail, Nigga
Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you
i'll take you on a journy, i promise i won't leave you
i won't leave you, until you get te full comprehention
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 safty
now break yourself motherfucker before you make me
take this 211 to another level
i come up with your enz, you go down with the devil
now roam throu the depths of hell
where the rest your buster ass homeboys dwell
well...

Suicide, it's a suicide, Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide, suicide, it's a suicide

Now Tell me, what's my motherfuckin name
Serial Killa, Serial Killa, Serial Killa

Deep like the minds of minolta
now picture this, let's picnic
inside morgue, not picnic baskets, picnic caskets
and i got the machine, that cracks the fuckin chest plates
the releases the guts, brutal, jagged edge, it's totally ruff
neck, now everyone pay respect to the X, enough respect given
dis-respect and you will not be livin,word to momma, emma, drama
Delema

Suicide, it's a suicide, suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide, suicide, it's a suicide

Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name?
Serial Killa, Serial Killa, Serial Killa

 

Death Row


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