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[Kurupt]
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It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed
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Up or down, right or left, life or death
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I see myself in a mist of smoke
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Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke
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We hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin in work
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Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggaz
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anybody killa, you know what the deal is
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Nigga, you know what the real is
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[Daz]
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I see some mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin me down
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Sayin, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound?
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Is that nigga Snoop alright? Aiyyo what's up with the crew?
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Is them niggaz in jail, or are them niggaz through?"
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I said, "If you ain't up on thangs..
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Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game"
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It's like this they don't understand
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It's an everyday thang, to gangbang
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Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggaz know
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What's up witchu I represent the Pound and Death Row
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And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach
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and Compton and Watts see D-O-G's
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Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you can't
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see long to the G of the gang
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One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest
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{Pump pump!} Put two slugs dead in your chest
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Now you dead then a motherfucker creepin and sleepin
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6 feet deep in, fuckin with the Pound is
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[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X)
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[Snoop]
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The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue
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Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew
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Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do
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Leave you in a state of paranoia, oooh
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Don't make a move for your gat so soon cuz
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I drops bombs like Platoon (ay nigga)
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Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you
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I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you
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(I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension
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And when you do, that's when the mission
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or survival, becomes your every thought
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Keep your eyes open, cuz you don't wanna be caught
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Half steppin with your weapon on safety
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Now break yourself motherfucker, 'fore you make me
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take this 211 to another level
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I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil
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Now roam through the depths of hell
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Where the rest your busta ass homeboys dwell
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Well...
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[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X)
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Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name?
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[RBX] Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa
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("Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..")
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[RBX]
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Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta, now picture this!
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Let's picnic inside a morgue
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Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets
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And I got the machine, that cracks your fuckin chest plates
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open and release them guts
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Then I release def cuts
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Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruffneck
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Now everybody scream nuff respect to the X
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Nuff respect given
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Disrespect and you will not be livin
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Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma
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[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X)
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Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name
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Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa
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("Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..")
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Serial Killa
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| Kurupt |
