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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' |
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'Cuz her son caught the slug, 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 that run is the first to get shot |
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Whoever said that what I say and betray is negativity |
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Need to come kick it in the city with me |
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And find the black and crack and fact |
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And take that shit back 'cuz they don't wanna fuck with that |
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There's too many niggaz they're tryin' to calm |
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If motherfuckers 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' the life of his wife and young daughter |
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A whole city of bitches they look sucked up |
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And the niggaz is killin' it's straight fucked up |
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Whoever sayin' what I'm sayin'z for greed |
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Then I ain't even what they're tryin' to feed my appetite for destruction |
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You gotta know I'm talkin' to |
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That Appetite is tremendous so I'm gonna spin this |
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Try for some violence because they asked me to end this |
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Some trouble that I caught 'cuz I was noisy |
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A nigga tried to take advantage because I'm the kamikaze |
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He took the swing from my hand, thought I was faded |
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Start runnin' for the door but the fucker never made it |
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The sound of the 9 went bang |
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And all over the wall was his motherfuckin' brain |
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'Cuz I'm a nigga you can't sleep on |
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So set the alarm 'cuz I hit like a motherfuckin' bomb |
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I do damage with a 9 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 niggaz, the niggaz, the niggaz yo |
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And that's the way this shit gotta go, and even so |
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But any time that the 9 wanna leave, I got a 38 hidden up the sleeve |
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And it's ready to go to war 'cuz 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 a million and one that couldn't hang with the appetite |
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'Cuz they wasn't rappin' right so I had to destroy whoever was standin' |
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In my presence for fuckin' up the essence appetite for destruction |
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They put a hurtin' on your ass, man, you know, they really degrade you |
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White folks don't believe that shit, don't believe that cops degrade you |
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Oh come on, those people, those people was resistin' arrest |
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Check it out y'all, in the house y'all |
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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', I possess the 10 commandments |
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Of the Hip Hop Thugster known as a 'Thief and Murderer' |
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First one, alibi a nigga with an attitude |
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Gotta get respected, break your motherfuckin' neck |
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Second one, always gotta fuck outta wedlock |
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I like it when the pussy goes snap crackle and pop |
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Number three, I'm a gangsta fanatic |
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I smoke any fools tryin' to cause some static |
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Number four, here's what's in store |
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A crazy-ass nigga that remains hardcore |
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Fifth one, my killings just begun |
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I pulled out my gun, now they keep me on the run |
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Step six, it's kinda tricky |
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Can't forget that I'm motherfuckin' chicken shit |
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To the ones who tries to play the E |
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By the time you reach 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 yo' pray |
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Ninth one, I gotta be raw |
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Fuck any brain-washing man made law |
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Last but not least, I must be real |
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Number ten, is my appetite |