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*gga 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 sh*t back
'Cause they don't wanna f*ck with that
There's too many n*ggas they're trying to calm
If motherf*ckers could get it, nobody would've f*cked with it
Appetite for Destruction
For him to get a bit more sh*t he gotta commit
Murder in the first degree and manslaughter
Taking the life of his wife and young daughter
A whole city of b*tches that look sucked up
And the n*ggas is killing, it's straight f*cked 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 n*gga 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 f*cker never made it
The sound of the nine went "Bang!"
And all over the wall was his motherf*cking brain
'Cause I'm a n*gga you can't sleep on
So set the alarm 'cause I hit like a motherf*cking bomb
I do damage with the nine in my hand
But the average n*gga 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 n*ggas, the n*ggas, the n*ggas
Yo, and that's the way sh*t 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 n*ggas 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 f*cking up the essence
Appetite for Destruction
[Interlude: Richard Pryor]
"Cops put a hurting on your ass, man
You know, they really degrade you
White folks don't believe that sh*t
They don't believe that cops degrade you
[Imitating white person] Oh come on, those beatings, those people were 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 something
I possess the Ten Commandments of the hip-hop thugsta
Known as the thief and murderer
First One: Honor thy n*gga with an attitude
Gotta get respect or break your motherf*cking neck
Second One: Always gotta f*ck out of wedlock
I like it when the pus*y 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 n*gga 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 motherf*cking chicken-sh*t
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
f*ck any brainwashing man-made law
Last but not least, I must be real
Number Ten: is my appetite to- (record scratch)