Six million ways to die, choose oneIt`s time to escape, but I don`t know where the fuck I`m headedUp or down, right or left, life or deathI see myself in a mist of smokeDeath becomes any nigga that takes me for a jokeWe hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin` in workUnaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggazAnybody killa, you know what the deal isNigga, you know what the real isI see some mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin` me downSayin, @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 thangsSnoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound`s the game@It`s like this they don`t understandIt`s an everyday thang, to gang bangMake that twist, don`t be a bitch, let these niggaz knowWhat`s up with you I represent the Pound and Death RowAnd can`t no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long BeachAnd Compton and Watts see D-O-G`sNow, you can`t come and you can`t run, and you can`tSee long to the G of the gangOne gun is all that we need, to put you to restPut two slugs dead in your chestNow you dead then a motherfucker creepin` and sleepin`6 feet deep in, fuckin` with the Pound isSuicide, it`s a suicideSuicide, it`s a suicideSuicide, it`s a suicideSuicide, it`s a suicideThe cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blueNow you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crewAin`t no clue, on why the fuck we do what we doLeave you in a state of paranoia, oohDon`t make a move for your gat so soon`Cause I drops bombs like PlatoonWalk with me, hold my hand and let me lead youI`ll take you on a journey, and I promise I won`t leave youUntil you get the full comprehensionAnd when you do, that`s when the missionFor survival, becomes your every thoughtKeep your eyes open, `cause you don`t wanna be caughtHalf steppin` with your weapon on safetyNow break yourself motherfucker, `fore you make meTake this 211 to another levelI come up with your ends, you go down with the devilNow roam through the depths of hellWhere the rest your busta ass homeboys dwellWellSuicide, it`s a suicideSuicide, it`s a suicideSuicide, it`s a suicideNow tell me, what`s my motherfuckin` name?Serial killa, serial killa, serial killaWake up in the mornin`, to Lucky Charms cerealDeep, deep like the mind of MinoltaNow picture this, let`s picnic inside a morgueNot pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic casketsAnd I got the machine, that cracks your fuckin` chest platesOpen and release them guts then I release def cutsBrutal, jagged edged, totally ruff neckNow everybody scream nuff respect to the XNuff respect given, disrespect and you will not be livin`Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemmaSuicide, it`s a suicideSuicide, it`s a suicideSuicide, it`s a suicideNow tell me, what`s my motherfuckin` name?Serial killa, serial killa, serial killaWake up in the mornin`, to Lucky Charms cereal