N.w.a. - Appetite for Destruction lyrics

[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 n***a that runs 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 de fact And take that sh** back cuz they don't wanna f** with that There's too many n***as they're tryin' to calm If mothaf**az could get it, nobody would've f** with it Appetite for destruction For him to get a bit more sh** he gotta commit - Murder in the first degree and manslaughter Takin' a life of his wife and young daughter A whole city of b**hes, that look s**ed up And the n***as is k**in', it's straight f**ed up Whoever sayin', what I'm sayin's for greed The 9 even when they're tryin' to feed My appetite for destruction " .. you guys know who I'm talkin' to .. " [Verse 2: MC Ren] 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 n***a tried to take advantage because of the kamikaze He took a swing for my head - thought I was faded Start runnin' for the door but the f**er never made it The sound of the 9 went BANG [shot] And all over the wall was his mothaf**in' brain Cause I'm a n***a you can't sleep on So set the alarm, cause I hit like a mothaf**in' bomb I do damage with the 9 in my hand But the average n***a that don't know me don't understand I'm from the streets so therefore You know I don't care for A s**er that ain't down with the real n***as the n***as the n***as Yo, and after when the sh** gotta go ain't even sober Any time that the 9 wanna leave I got a .38 hidden up the sleeve And it's ready to go to war cuz that's what it's here for I shoot down a million n***as and shoot one more And that's the million and one, they couldn't hang with the appetite Cause they wasn't rappin' right So I had to destroy whoever was standin' in my presence For f**in' up the essence - appetite for destruction [Interlude] "Cops put a hurtin' on your a**, man, you know They really degrade you White folks don't believe that sh**, they don't believe that cops degrade you [Imitating white person] Oh come on, those people, those people are resisting arrest." [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 somethin' - I possess to 10 commandments of the Hip Hop thugsta Known as the thief and murderer : First one - honor thy n***a with an attitude Gotta get respect or break your mothaf**in' neck Second one - always gotta f** out of wedlock I like it when the p**y goes snap, crackle and pop Number three - I'm a gangsta fanatic I smoke any foolz tryin' to cause some static Number four - here's what's in store A crazy a** n***a that remains hardcore Fifth one - my k** 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 mothaf**in' chickensh** 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 sneaky and you're bound to catch your prey Ninth one - I gotta be raw, f** any brainwashing man-made law Last but not least, I must be real - Number ten - is my appetite to ki ...