Appetite 4 Destruction Lyrics

N.W.A.

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I got a taste for waste and a taste and a bloodMurder I heard her when she screamed the "Drop!"Cuz it's on part of slungRelate this to no choiceAnd listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voiceWhile I ride to the rythem of a popRemember the first nigga that runs is the first to get shotWhoever thinks that what I say and betray is negativityNeed to come kick it in the city with meAnd find the black and crack de factAnd take that shit back cuz they don't wanna fuck with thatThere's too many niggaz they're tryin' to calmIf mothafuckaz could get it, nobody would've fuck with itAppetite for destruction -For him to get a bit more shit he gotta commit -Murder in the first degree - a man slaughterTakin' a life of his wife and young doughterA whole city of bitches they look sucked upAnd the niggaz iz killin' it's straight fucked upWhoever sayin' what I'm sayin'z for greedThe 9 even when they're tryin' to feed my appetite for destruction" .. you gotta know I'm talkin' to .. "The Appetite is tremendousSo I'm gonna spin thisDrop up some violence because they ax me to end thisSome trouble that I cought cuz I was noisyA nigga tried to take advantage because I'm de kamikaziHe took de swing from my hand - thought I was fadedStart runnin' for the door but the fucker never made itThe sound of the 9 went BANG [shot]And all over the wall was his mothafuckin' brainCuz I'm a nigga you can't sleep onSo set the alarm, cuz I'm hittin' like a mothafuckin' bombI do damage with the 9 in my handBut the average nigga they do not mean to understandI'm from the streets so thereforYou know I don't care forA sucker that ain't down with the real niggaz the niggaz the niggaz yoAnd after when the shit gotta go ain't even soberAny time that the 9 wanna leaveI got a .38 hittin' down the sleeveAnd it's ready to go to work cuz that's what it's here forI shoot down a milion niggaz and shoot one moreAnd that's the milion and oneThey could'nt hang with the appetiteCuz they was'nt rappin' rightSo I had to destroy whoever was standin' in my presenceFor 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 yoSo I can show and flow and let the people knowSo won't you ease on down to the yellow brick road to ComptonBut 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 attitudeGotta get respected, break your mothafuckin' neckSecond one -Allwayz gotta fuck at a wedlockI like it when the pussy goes snack crack and popNumber three -I'm a gangsta, an addictI smoke any foolz tryin' to cause some statixNumber four -Here's what's these areA crazy-ass nigga that remains hard coreFifth one -My kill has just begunI pull out my gun that will keep me on the runStep six -Hmmm, it's kinda tricky -Can't forget that I'm mothafuckin' chickenshitTo the ones who tries to play the E -By the time you reach Seven you'll be 6 feet deepNumber eight -Make no mistake,Move real slicky and you're bound to catch yo' prayNinth one -I gotta be raw, fuck any brain once your man made lawLast but not least, I must be real -Number ten - is my appetite to ki ...




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