| I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood
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| Murder I heard her when she screamed the Drop!
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| Cuz it’s on part of slung
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| Relate this to no choice
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| And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice
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| While I ride to the rythem of a pop
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| Remember the first nigga that runs is the first to get shot
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| Whoever thinks that what I say and betray is negativity
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| Need to come kick it in the city with me And find the black and crack de fact
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| And take that shit back cuz they don’t wanna fuck with that
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| There’s too many niggaz they’re tryin’to calm
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| If mothafuckaz could get it, nobody would’ve fuck with it Appetite for destruction —
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| For him to get a bit more shit he gotta commit —
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| Murder in the first degree — a man slaughter
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| Takin’a life of his wife and young doughter
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| 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
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| The 9 even when they’re tryin’to feed my appetite for destruction
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| you gotta know I’m talkin’to.
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| The Appetite is tremendous
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| So I’m gonna spin this
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| Drop up some violence because they ax me to end this
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| Some trouble that I cought cuz I was noisy
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| A nigga tried to take advantage because I’m de kamikazi
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| He took de swing from my hand — thought I was faded
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| Start runnin’for the door but the fucker never made it The sound of the 9 went BANG
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| And all over the wall was his mothafuckin’brain
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| Cuz I’m a nigga you can’t sleep on So set the alarm, cuz I’m hittin’like a mothafuckin’bomb
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| I do damage with the 9 in my hand
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| But the average nigga they do not mean to understand
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| I’m from the streets so therefor
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| You know I don’t care for
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| 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
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| Any time that the 9 wanna leave
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| I got a .38 hittin’down the sleeve
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| And it’s ready to go to work cuz that’s what it’s here for
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| I shoot down a milion niggaz and shoot one more
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| And that’s the milion and one
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| They could’nt hang with the appetite
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| Cuz they was’nt rappin’right
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| So I had to destroy whoever was standin’in my presence
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| For fuckin’up de asses appetite for destruction
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| Cops would’nt hurt you, on your ass, man, you know, they realy degrade you,
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| I suppose you don’t believe that shit, don’t believe in cops degrade you,
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| Oh come on, those biddin’z, those people was resistin’arrest
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| Check it out yo, in de house yo So I can show and flow and let the people know
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| So won’t you ease on down to the yellow brick road to Compton
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| But first let me tell you somethin'-
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| I possess to 10 commendmendts of the Hip Hop Baxter,
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| Known as the thief and murderer:
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| First one —
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| I’m a be a nigga with an attitude
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| Gotta get respected, break your mothafuckin’neck
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| Second one —
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| Allwayz gotta fuck at a wedlock
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| I like it when the pussy goes snack crack and pop
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| Number three —
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| I’m a gangsta, an addict
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| I smoke any foolz tryin’to cause some statix
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| Number four —
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| Here’s what’s these are
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| A crazy-ass nigga that remains hard core
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| Fifth one —
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| My kill has just begun
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| I pull out my gun that will keep me on the run
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| Step six —
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| Hmmm, it’s kinda tricky —
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| Can’t forget that I’m mothafuckin’chickenshit
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| To the ones who tries to play the E —
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| By the time you reach Seven you’ll be 6 feet deep
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| Number eight —
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| Make no mistake,
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| Move real slicky and you’re bound to catch yo’pray
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| Ninth one —
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| I gotta be raw, fuck any brain once your man made law
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| Last but not least, I must be real —
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| Number ten — is my appetite to ki … |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Appetite For Destruction , by - N.W.A. Song from the album The Best Of N.W.A: The Strength Of Street Knowledge, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп