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Appetite 4 destruction I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood Murder I heard her when she screamed the drop! Cuz her son caught the slug. Relate this to no choice And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice While I ride to the rythem of a pop Remember the first nigga that run is the first to get shot Whoever said that what I say and betray is negativity Need to come kick it in the city with me And find the black and crack and fact And take that shit back cuz they don’t wanna fuck with that There’s too many niggaz they’re tryin’ to calm If mothafuckaz 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 man slaughter Takin’ the life of his wife and young daughter 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 Then I ain’t even what they’re tryin’ to feed my appetite for destruction .. you gotta know I’m talkin’ to .. That appetite is tremendous So I’m gonna spin this Try for some violence because they ax me to end this Some trouble that I caught cuz I was noisy A nigga tried to take advantage because I’m de kamikazi He took de swing from my hand - thought I was faded Start runnin’ for the door but the fucker never made it The sound of the 9 went bang [shot] And all over the wall was his mothafuckin’ brain Cuz I’m a nigga you can’t sleep on So set the alarm, cuz I hit like a mothafuckin’ bomb I do damage with a 9 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 niggaz the niggaz the niggaz yo And that’s the way this shit gotta go, and even so But 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 milion niggaz and shoot one more And that’s a milion and one That couldn’t hang with the appetite Cuz they wasn’t rappin’ right So I had to destroy whoever was standin’ in my presence For fuckin’ up da essence appetite for destruction They put a hurtin’ on your ass, man, you know, they realy degrade you, White folks don’t believe that shit, don’t believe that cops degrade you, Oh come on, those people, those people was resistin’ arrest Check it out y’all, in de 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 the 10 commandments of the hip hop thugster, Known as a thief and murderer : First one - Alibi a nigga with an attitude Gotta get respected, break your mothafuckin’ neck Second one - Allwayz gotta fuck outta wedlock I like it when the pussy 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-ass nigga that remains hard core Fifth one - My killings just begun I pulled out my gun, now they keep me on the run Step six - Hmmm, 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 6 feet deep Number eight - Make no mistake, Move real sneaky and you’re bound to catch yo’ pray Ninth one - I gotta be raw, fuck any brain-washing man made law Last but not least, I must be real - Number ten - is my appetite for des... Get This Ringtone

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