Lyrics Serial Killa - Snoop Dogg , Tha Dogg Pound , The D.O.C. , RBX
"Serial
Killa"
(Feat.
Kurupt,
Daz,
RBX)
Six
million
ways
to
die,
choose
one
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
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...
Now
tell
me,
what's
my
motherfuckin
name
Serial
killa,
serial
killa,
serial
killa
(Wake
up
in
the
morning,
to
Lucky
Charms
cereal)
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
Now
tell
me,
what's
my
motherfuckin
name
Serial
killa,
serial
killa,
serial
killa
(Wake
up
in
the
morning,
to
Lucky
Charms
cereal)
1 Bathtub
2 Lodi Dodi
3 Murder Was the Case (Death After Visualizing Eternity)
4 G Funk Intro
5 Gin and Juice
6 Who Am I (What's My Name?)
7 GZ and Hustlas
8 Pump Pump
9 Ain't No Fun (If The Homies Can't Have None)
10 Tha Shiznit
11 For All My Niggaz & Bitches
12 Murder Was the Case (Death After Visualizing Eternity) [feat. Dat N***a Daz]
13 Gin and Juice
14 Serial Killa
15 Ain't No Fun (If the Homies Can't Have None)
16 Doggy Dogg World
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