Songtext zu 'Appetite 4 Destruction' von 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 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 'cause 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 aint 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 'cause 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
And all over the wall was his mothafuckin' brain
'cause I'm a nigga you can't sleep on
So set the alarm, 'cause 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 'cause 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
'cause 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-