Six million ways to die, one
It's time to escape, but I don't know the fuck I'm headed Up or down, or left, life or death I see myself in a of smoke becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke We hit a five dollar stick, now we putting in Unaccountable amounts of dirt, becomes all niggas Anybody killer, you know the deal is Nigga, you know the real is
I see mark brand niggas on the corner flagging me down Saying, "Yo Daz, up with the Pound? Is nigga snoop alright? Hey yo what's up with the crew? Is them niggas in jail, or are them through?" I said, if you up on things Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg the game It's like this they understand It's an thing, to gang-bang Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let niggas know What's up with you I the Pound and Death Row And can't no other in L.A. or Long Beach And Compton, and Watts, see Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you See to the G of the gang One gun is all we need, to put you to rest Pump pump, put 2 slugs dead in chest Now you then a motherfucker, creepin and sleepin 6 feet deep in, fuckin the Pound is
Suicide, it's a
The cloud becomes black, and the sky blue Now you in the midst of the Pound crew Ain't no clue, on why the we do what we do you in a state of paranoia, oh Don't make a move for your gat so soon I drops bombs like (hey nigga) Walk me, hold my hand and let me lead you I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I leave you (I leave you) until you get the full comprehension And when you do, when the mission Or survival, becomes your every Keep your eyes open, you don't want to be caught Half steppin with your on safety Now yourself motherfucker 'fore you make me Take this 211 to another I come up with your ends, you go with the devil Now through the depths of hell the rest your buster ass homeboys dwell
Suicide, it's a
Now tell me, what's my name Serial killa, serial killa, killa
(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)
Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta, now this! picnic inside a morgue Not pic-a-nic baskets, caskets And I got the machine, that cracks your fucking chest Open and them guts Then I release def Brutal, jagged edged, totally Now everybody scream respect to the X 'Nough respect and you will not be living Word to momma, Emma, drama,
Suicide, it's a
Now tell me, what's my name Serial killer, serial killer, killer
(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)