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!"
'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

"You guys know who I'm talking to"

The appetite is tremendous
So I'm gonna spin this
Drop up some violence cause 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 the 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

"Cops put a hurting on your ass, man
You know, they really degrade you
White folks don't believe that shit
They don't believe that cops degrade you

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 kill