<i>[Cutty Ranks:]</i>

Six million ways to die, choose one

<i>[Kurupt:]</i>

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 putting in work

Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggas

Anybody killer, you know what the deal is

Nigga, you know what the real is

<i>[Daz:]</i>

I see some off brand niggas on the corner flagging me down

Sayin, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound?

Is that nigga Snoop alright? Ayo what's up with the crew?

Is them niggas in jail, or are them niggas 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 gang-bang

Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggas 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-Gs

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 motherfucker creeping and sleeping

6-feet deep in, fucking with the Pound is

<i>[The D.O.C.:]</i>

Suicide, it's a suicide

Suicide, it's a suicide

Suicide, it's a suicide

Suicide, it's a suicide

<i>[Snoop Dogg:]</i>

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, ooh

Don't make a move for your gat so soon

'Cause 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)

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 'cause you don't wanna be caught

Half stepping 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 busta-ass homeboys dwell, well

<i>[The D.O.C. (Snoop Dogg):]</i>

Suicide, it's a suicide

Suicide, it's a suicide

Suicide, it's a suicide

(Now tell me, what's my motherfucking name?)

Serial killa!

Serial killa!

Serial killa!

(Wake up in the morning, eat your Lucky Charms cereal)

<i>[RBX:]</i>

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 to crack your fucking chest plates

Open and release them guts

Then I release def cuts

Brutal, jagged edged, totally rough-neck!

Now everybody scream, 'nough respect to the X

'Nough respect given

Disrespect and you will not be living

Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma

<i>[The D.O.C. (RBX) {Snoop Dogg}:]</i>

Suicide, it's a suicide

Suicide, it's a suicide

Suicide, it's a suicide

(Now tell me, what's my motherfucking name?)

Serial killa!

Serial killa!

Serial killa!

(Wake up in the morning eat your Lucky Charms cereal)