N.W.A - Appetite For Destruction
[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood
Murder I heard her when she screamed the "Drop!"
'Cause her son caught the slug
Relate this to no choice
And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice
While I rhyme to the rhythm of a pop
Remember the first nigga to run is the first to get shot
Whoever said that what I say and portray is negativity
Need to come kick it in the city with me
And find the black and crack the fact
And take that shit back
'Cause they don't wanna fuck with that
There's too many niggas they're trying to calm
If motherfuckers could get it, nobody would've fucked with it
Appetite for Destruction
For him to get a bit more shit he gotta commit
Murder in the first degree and manslaughter
Taking the life of his wife and young daughter
A whole city of bitches that look sucked up
And the niggas is killing, it's straight fucked up
Whoever saying what I'm saying's for greed
Then I ain't even what they're trying to feed
My appetite for destruction
[Interlude: Lyn Collins]
"You guys know who I'm talking to"
[Verse 2: MC Ren]
The appetite is tremendous, so I'm gonna spin this
Drop up some violence because they asked me to end this
Some trouble that I caught 'cause I was noisy
A nigga tried to take advantage because of the kamikaze
He took a swing for my head, thought I was faded
Started running for the door but the fucker never made it
The sound of the nine went "Bang!"
And all over the wall was his motherfucking brain
'Cause I'm a nigga you can't sleep on
So set the alarm 'cause I hit like a motherfucking bomb
I do damage with the nine in my hand
But the average nigga that don’t know me don’t understand
I'm from the streets, so therefore
You know I don't care for a sucker that ain't down
With the real niggas, the niggas, the niggas
Yo, and that's the way shit gotta go ain't even sober
Any time that the nine wanna leave
I got a .38 hidden up the sleeve
And it's ready to go to war 'cause that's what it's here for
I shoot down a million niggas and shoot one more
And that's a million and one they couldn't hang with the appetite
'Cause they wasn't rapping right
So I had to destroy whoever was standing in my presence
For fucking up the essence
Appetite for destruction
[Interlude: Richard Pryor]
[Verse 3: Eazy-E]
Check it out, y'all, in the house, y'all
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 something
I possess the Ten Commandments of the hip-hop thugsta
Known as the thief and murderer
First one: Honor thy nigga with an attitude
Gotta get respect or break your motherfucking neck
Second one: Always gotta fuck out of wedlock
I like it when the pussy go snap, crackle and pop
Number three: I'm a gangsta fanatic
I smoke any fools tryna 'cause some static
Number four: Here's what's in store
A crazy-ass nigga that remains hardcore
Fifth one: My killing has begun
I pull out my gun, that'll keep me on the run
Step six: Hmmm, it's kinda tricky
Can't forget that I'm motherfucking chicken-shit
To the ones who tries to play the E
By the time you get to seven, you'll be six feet deep
Number eight: Make no mistake
Move real sneaky and you're bound to catch your prey
Ninth one: I gotta be raw
Fuck any brainwashing man-made law
Last but not least, I must be real
Number ten: is my appetite to—
[Outro / Segue: Dr Dre]
We interrupt this motherfuckin' program
To bring you a special public service announcement
So listen up, while we take it to our nigga on the street, Willy Johnston
I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood
Murder I heard her when she screamed the "Drop!"
'Cause her son caught the slug
Relate this to no choice
And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice
While I rhyme to the rhythm of a pop
Remember the first nigga to run is the first to get shot
Whoever said that what I say and portray is negativity
Need to come kick it in the city with me
And find the black and crack the fact
And take that shit back
'Cause they don't wanna fuck with that
There's too many niggas they're trying to calm
If motherfuckers could get it, nobody would've fucked with it
Appetite for Destruction
For him to get a bit more shit he gotta commit
Murder in the first degree and manslaughter
Taking the life of his wife and young daughter
A whole city of bitches that look sucked up
And the niggas is killing, it's straight fucked up
Whoever saying what I'm saying's for greed
Then I ain't even what they're trying to feed
My appetite for destruction
[Interlude: Lyn Collins]
"You guys know who I'm talking to"
[Verse 2: MC Ren]
The appetite is tremendous, so I'm gonna spin this
Drop up some violence because they asked me to end this
Some trouble that I caught 'cause I was noisy
A nigga tried to take advantage because of the kamikaze
He took a swing for my head, thought I was faded
Started running for the door but the fucker never made it
The sound of the nine went "Bang!"
And all over the wall was his motherfucking brain
'Cause I'm a nigga you can't sleep on
So set the alarm 'cause I hit like a motherfucking bomb
I do damage with the nine in my hand
But the average nigga that don’t know me don’t understand
I'm from the streets, so therefore
You know I don't care for a sucker that ain't down
With the real niggas, the niggas, the niggas
Yo, and that's the way shit gotta go ain't even sober
Any time that the nine wanna leave
I got a .38 hidden up the sleeve
And it's ready to go to war 'cause that's what it's here for
I shoot down a million niggas and shoot one more
And that's a million and one they couldn't hang with the appetite
'Cause they wasn't rapping right
So I had to destroy whoever was standing in my presence
For fucking up the essence
Appetite for destruction
[Interlude: Richard Pryor]
[Verse 3: Eazy-E]
Check it out, y'all, in the house, y'all
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 something
I possess the Ten Commandments of the hip-hop thugsta
Known as the thief and murderer
First one: Honor thy nigga with an attitude
Gotta get respect or break your motherfucking neck
Second one: Always gotta fuck out of wedlock
I like it when the pussy go snap, crackle and pop
Number three: I'm a gangsta fanatic
I smoke any fools tryna 'cause some static
Number four: Here's what's in store
A crazy-ass nigga that remains hardcore
Fifth one: My killing has begun
I pull out my gun, that'll keep me on the run
Step six: Hmmm, it's kinda tricky
Can't forget that I'm motherfucking chicken-shit
To the ones who tries to play the E
By the time you get to seven, you'll be six feet deep
Number eight: Make no mistake
Move real sneaky and you're bound to catch your prey
Ninth one: I gotta be raw
Fuck any brainwashing man-made law
Last but not least, I must be real
Number ten: is my appetite to—
[Outro / Segue: Dr Dre]
We interrupt this motherfuckin' program
To bring you a special public service announcement
So listen up, while we take it to our nigga on the street, Willy Johnston
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