N.W.A. - Appetite For Destruction lyrics

rate me

I got a taste for waste and a taste for the bud

Murder I heard her when she screamed the "Drop!"

Cuz her son caught the slug

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 who 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 thats the way the shit gotta go and even so

Any time that the 9 wanna leave

I got a .38 hittin' down the sleeve

And it's ready to go to war 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 essence 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 thugster,

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, fanatic

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 now they 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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