Appetite for Destruction Lyrics by N.W.A.

Appetite for Destruction Lyrics

    I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood
    Murder I heard her when she screamed the "Drop!"
    Cuz it's on part of slung
    Relate this to no choice
    And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice
    While I ride to the rythem of a pop
    Remember the first nigga that runs is the first to get shot
    Whoever thinks that what I say and betray is negativity
    Need to come kick it in the city with me
    And find the black and crack de fact
    And take that shit back cuz they don't wanna fuck with that
    There's too many niggaz they're tryin' to calm
    If mothafuckaz could get it, nobody would've fuck with it
    Appetite for destruction -
    For him to get a bit more shit he gotta commit -
    Murder in the first degree - a man slaughter
    Takin' a life of his wife and young doughter
    A whole city of bitches they look sucked up
    And the niggaz iz killin' it's straight fucked up
    Whoever sayin' what I'm sayin'z for greed
    The 9 even when they're tryin' to feed my appetite for destruction

    " .. you gotta know I'm talkin' to .. "

    The Appetite is tremendous
    So I'm gonna spin this
    Drop up some violence because they ax me to end this
    Some trouble that I cought cuz I was noisy
    A nigga tried to take advantage because I'm de kamikazi
    He took de swing from my hand - thought I was faded
    Start runnin' for the door but the fucker never made it
    The sound of the 9 went BANG [shot]
    And all over the wall was his mothafuckin' brain
    Cuz I'm a nigga you can't sleep on
    So set the alarm, cuz I'm hittin' like a mothafuckin' bomb
    I do damage with the 9 in my hand
    But the average nigga they do not mean to understand
    I'm from the streets so therefor
    You know I don't care for
    A sucker that ain't down with the real niggaz the niggaz the niggaz yo
    And after when the shit gotta go ain't even sober
    Any time that the 9 wanna leave
    I got a .38 hittin' down the sleeve
    And it's ready to go to work cuz that's what it's here for
    I shoot down a milion niggaz and shoot one more
    And that's the milion and one
    They could'nt hang with the appetite
    Cuz they was'nt rappin' right
    So I had to destroy whoever was standin' in my presence
    For fuckin' up de asses appetite for destruction

    "Cops would'nt hurt you, on your ass, man, you know, they realy degrade you,
    I suppose you don't believe that shit, don't believe in cops degrade you,
    Oh come on, those biddin'z, those people was resistin' arrest"

    Check it out yo, in de house yo
    So I can show and flow and let the people know
    So won't you ease on down to the yellow brick road to Compton
    But first let me tell you somethin' -
    I possess to 10 commendmendts of the Hip Hop Baxter,
    Known as the thief and murderer :
    First one -
    I'm a be a nigga with an attitude
    Gotta get respected, break your mothafuckin' neck
    Second one -
    Allwayz gotta fuck at a wedlock
    I like it when the pussy goes snack crack and pop
    Number three -
    I'm a gangsta, an addict
    I smoke any foolz tryin' to cause some statix
    Number four -
    Here's what's these are
    A crazy-ass nigga that remains hard core
    Fifth one -
    My kill has just begun
    I pull out my gun that will keep me on the run
    Step six -
    Hmmm, it's kinda tricky -
    Can't forget that I'm mothafuckin' chickenshit
    To the ones who tries to play the E -
    By the time you reach Seven you'll be 6 feet deep
    Number eight -
    Make no mistake,
    Move real slicky and you're bound to catch yo' pray
    Ninth one -
    I gotta be raw, fuck any brain once your man made law
    Last but not least, I must be real -
    Number ten - is my appetite to ki ...

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