[Intro]
Six million ways to die, choose one
[Kurupt]
It's time to escape, but I don't know where the f** I'm headed
Up or down, right or left, life or d**h
I see myself in a mist of smoke
d**h becomes any n***a that takes me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin in work
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, d**h becomes all n***as
Anybody k**a, you know what the deal is
n***a, you know what the real is
[Daz]
I see some mark brand n***as on the corner flaggin me down
Sayin, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound?
Is that n***a Snoop alright? Aiyyo 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 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 g**n
Make that twist, don't be a b**h, let these n***as know
What's up witchu I represent the Pound and d**h Row
And can't no other motherf**er 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 two slugs dead in your chest
Now you dead then a motherf**er creepin and sleepin
6 feet deep in, f**in with the Pound is
[Bridge]
Suicide, it's a suicide
(Repeat x4)
[Snoop]
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** 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 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, cuz you don't wanna be caught
Half steppin with your weapon on safety
Now break yourself motherf**er, '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 busta a** homeboys dwell
Well
[Hook]
Suicide, it's a suicide
(Repeat x3)
Now tell me, what's my motherf**in name?
Serial k**a! Serial k**a! Serial k**a!
(Wake up in the morning eat your Lucky Charms cereal)
[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 f**in 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
[Hook]