Serial Killa - Dr. Dre

Six million ways to die choose one

It's time to escape but

I don't know where the f**k I'm headed

Up or down right or left life or death

I see myself in a mist of smoke

Death becomes any n***a that takes me for a joke

We hit a five dollar stick now we putting in work

Unaccountable amounts of dirt death becomes all n***as

Anybody killer you know what the deal is

N***a you know what the real is

I see some mark brand n***as on the corner flagging me down

Saying Yo Daz what's up with the Pound

Is that n***a snoop alright Hey yo what's up with the crew

Is them n***as in jail or are them n***as through

I said if you ain't up on things

Snoop Dogg is the name Dogg Pound's the game

It's like this they don't understand

It's an everyday thing to gang-bang

Make that twist don't be a b***h let these n***as know

What's up with you I represent the Pound and Death Row

And can't no other motherf**ker in LA 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 2 slugs dead in your chest

Now you dead then a motherf**ker creepin and sleepin

6 feet deep in F**kin with the Pound is

Suicide it's a suicide

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 you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew

Ain't no clue on why the f**k we do what we do

Leave you in a state of paranoia oh

Don't make a move for your gat so soon 'cause

I drops bombs like Platoon hey n***a

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 'cause you don't want to be caught

Half steppin with your weapon on safety

Now break yourself motherf**ker '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 buster a*s homeboys dwell

Well

Suicide it's a suicide

Suicide it's a suicide

Suicide it's a suicide

Now tell me what's my motherf**kin' name

Serial killa serial killa serial killa

Wake in the morning

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 f**king chest plates

Open and release them guts

Then I release def cuts

Brutal jagged edged totally ruff-neck

Now everybody scream 'nough respect to the X

'Nough respect given

Disrespect and you will not be living

Word to momma Emma drama dilemma

Suicide it's a suicide

Suicide it's a suicide

Suicide it's a suicide

Now tell me what's my motherf**king name

Serial killer serial killer serial killer

Wake up the morning a serial