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 daughter
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
Say what?

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
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 the 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 kill