Serial Killa

It's like this they don't understand
Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma
Half steppin' with your weapon on safety
Open and release them guts then I release def cuts
And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach
Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin' in work
Suicide, it's a suicide
Sayin, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound?
Suicide, it's a suicide
Well
Wake up in the mornin', to Lucky Charms cereal

Suicide, it's a suicide
Anybody killa, you know what the deal is

And Compton and Watts see D-O-G's
Now break yourself motherfucker, 'fore you make me
Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets
It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed
Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin' name?
Leave you in a state of paranoia, ooh
Suicide, it's a suicide
And when you do, that's when the mission

For survival, becomes your every thought
Keep your eyes open, 'cause you don't wanna be caught
Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta
What's up with you I represent the Pound and Death Row

Nigga, you know what the real is
Don't make a move for your gat so soon
Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa
Suicide, it's a suicide
I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you
Until you get the full comprehension
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game"
Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you can't
Now everybody scream nuff respect to the X
6 feet deep in, fuckin' with the Pound is
One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest
Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew

Nuff respect given, disrespect and you will not be livin'

Suicide, it's a suicide
I see myself in a mist of smoke

Is that nigga Snoop alright? Aiyyo what's up with the crew?
Suicide, it's a suicide
Take this 211 to another level
It's an everyday thang, to gang bang

Now you dead then a motherfucker creepin' and sleepin'
Suicide, it's a suicide

Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggaz know

See long to the G of the gang
The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue
Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruff neck

I said, "If you ain't up on thangs
Suicide, it's a suicide
Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do

Is them niggaz in jail, or are them niggaz through?"
And I got the machine, that cracks your fuckin' chest plates
Suicide, it's a suicide
Where the rest your busta ass homeboys dwell
Now picture this, let's picnic inside a morgue
'Cause I drops bombs like Platoon

I see some mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin' me down
I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil
Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggaz
Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin' name?
Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa

Now roam through the depths of hell
Put two slugs dead in your chest
Up or down, right or left, life or death