Serial Killa (feat. The D.O.C., Tha Dogg Pound & RBX)

Six million ways to die, choose one
 One: Kurupt, Daz
 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 niggaz
 Anybody killa, you know what the deal is
 Nigga, you know what the real is
 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? Aiyyo 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 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 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 2 slugs dead in your chest
 Now you dead then a motherfucker, creepin and sleepin
 6 feet deep in, fuckin with the Pound is
 Suicide, it's a suicide Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg
 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 buster ass homeboys dwell
 Well...
 Suicide, it's a suicide Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name
 Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa
 (Wake up in the morning, to Lucky Charms cereal)
 Three: RBX
 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
 Suicide, it's a suicide Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name
 Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa
 (Wake up in the morning, to Lucky Charms cereal)