paroles de chanson Appetite For Destruction - N.W.A.
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
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
the
fact
And
take
that
shit
back
'cause
they
don′t
wanna
fuck
with
that
There's
too
many
niggas
they're
tryin′
to
calm
If
mothafuckers
could
get
it,
nobody
would′ve
fuck
with
it
Appetite
for
destruction
For
him
to
get
a
bit
more
shit
he
gotta
commit
Murder
in
the
first
degree
a
manslaughter
Takin'
a
life
of
his
wife
and
young
daughter
A
whole
city
of
bitches,
that
look
sucked
up
And
the
niggas
is
killin′,
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
because
they
asked
me
to
end
this
Some
trouble
that
I
cought
′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
Start
runnin'
for
the
door
but
the
fucker
never
made
it
The
sound
of
the
nine
went
"Bang!"
And
all
over
the
wall
was
his
motherfuckin′
brain
'Cause
I′m
a
nigga
you
can't
sleep
on
So
set
the
alarm,
′cause
I
hit
like
a
motherfuckin'
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
cuz
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
rappin′
right
So
I
had
to
destroy
whoever
was
standin'
in
my
presence
For
fuckin′
up
the
essence,
appetite
for
destruction
"Cops
put
a
hurtin'
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.
Oh
come
on,
those
people,
those
people
are
resisting
arrest"
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
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
mothafuckin′
neck
Second
one,
always
gotta
fuck
out
of
wedlock
I
like
it
when
the
pussy
goes
snap,
crackle
and
pop
Number
three,
I'm
a
gangsta
fanatic
I
smoke
any
fools
tryin′
to
cause
some
static
Number
four,
here's
what′s
in
store
A
crazy
ass
nigga
that
remains
hardcore
Fifth
one,
my
kill
has
just
begun
I
pull
out
my
gun
that
will
keep
me
on
the
run
Step
six,
hmm,
it's
kinda
tricky
Can't
forget
that
I′m
mothafuckin′
chickenshit
To
the
ones
who
tries
to
play
the
E
By
the
time
you
reach
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
ki-
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