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I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood |
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Murder I heard her when she screamed the "Drop!" 'cause the son caught the slug |
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Relate this to no choice |
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And listen to this straight up man before they ban the voice |
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While I ride to the rhythm of a pop |
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Remember the first nigga to run is the first to get shot |
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Whoever said that what I say is portrayed as negativity |
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Needs to come kick it in the city with me |
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And find the black and crack in fact |
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And take that shit back 'cause they don't wanna fuck with that |
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There's too many niggaz to try to calm |
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If mothafuckers could get it, nobody would've fuck with it |
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Appetite for destruction - |
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For him to get a bit more shit he gotta commit - |
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Murder in the first degree - a man slaughter |
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Takin' a life of his wife and young daughter |
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A whole city of bitches that look sucked up |
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And the niggaz is killing it's straight fucked up |
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Whoever saying what I'm saying for greed |
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The nine even when they're trying to feed my appetite for destruction |
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" . you guys know who I'm talking to . " |
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The Appetite is tremendous so I'm gonna spin this |
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Drop up some violence because they asked me to end this |
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Some trouble that I caught 'cause I was noisy |
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A nigga tried to take advantage because of the kamikazi |
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He took took a swing from my hand - thought I was faded |
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Start running for the door but the fucker never made it |
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The sound of the nine went BANG |
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And all over the wall was his mothafuckin' brain |
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'cause I'm a nigga you can't sleep on |
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So set the alarm, 'cause I hit like a mothafuckin' bomb |
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I do damage with the nine in my hand |
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But the average nigga that don't know me don't understand |
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I'm from the streets so therefore You know I don't care for |
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A sucker that ain't down with the real |
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niggaz, the niggaz, the niggaz yo |
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And that's the way the shit gotta go and even so |
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Any time that the nine wanna leave |
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I got a .38 hidden up the sleeve |
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And it's ready to go to war 'cause that's what it's here for |
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I shoot down a million niggaz and shoot one more |
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And that's the million and one They couldn't hang with the appetite |
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'cause they wasn't rapping right |
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So I had to destroy whoever was standing in my presence |
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For fuckin' up the essence appetite for destruction |
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"Cops putting hurt on your ass, man, you know, they really degrade you, |
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White folks don't believe that shit, don't believe in cops degrading you, |
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Oh come on, those beatings, those people resisting arrest!?" |
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Check it out yo, in tha house yo |
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So I can show and flow and let the people know |
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So won't you ease on down to the yellow brick road to Compton |
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But first let me tell you somethin' - |
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I possess to 10 commandments of the Hip Hop thugster, |
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Known as the thief and murderer |
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First one - I'mma die a nigga with an attitude |
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Gotta get respected breaking mothafuckin' necks |
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Second one - Alwayz gotta fuck out of wedlock |
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I like it when the pussy goes snack, crackle and pop |
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Number three - I'm a gangsta fanatic |
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I smoke any fools trying to cause some static |
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Number four - Here's what's the score |
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A crazy-ass nigga, that remains hard core |
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Fifth one - My killing's has just begun |
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I pull out my gun that will keep me on the run |
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Step six - Hmmm, it's kinda tricky - |
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Can't forget that I'm mothafuckin' chicken shit |
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To the ones who tries to play the E - |
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By the time you get the seven you'll be 6 feet deep |
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Number eight - Make no mistake, |
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Move real sneaky and you're bound to catch your prey |
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Ninth one - I gotta be raw, |
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Fuck any brain once your man made law |
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Last but not least, I must be real - |
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Number ten - is my appetite to k... |