Appetite For Destruction

[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 nigga 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 shit back Cause they don't wanna fuck with that There's too many niggas they're trying to calm If motherfuckers could get it, nobody would've fucked with it Appetite for Destruction For him to get a bit more shit he gotta commit Murder in the first degree and manslaughter Taking the life of his wife and young daughter A whole city of bitches that look sucked up And the niggas is killing, it's straight fucked 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 [Sample] "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 cause they asked me to end this Some trouble that I caught cause I was noisy A nigga 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 fucker never made it The sound of the nine went "Bang!" And all over the wall was his motherfucking brain Cause I'm a nigga you can't sleep on So set the alarm cause I hit like a motherfucking bomb I do damage with the nine 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 niggas, the niggas, the niggas Yo, and that's the way shit 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 niggas 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 fucking up the essence Appetite for Destruction [Interlude] "Cops put a hurting on your ass, man You know, they really degrade you White folks don't believe that shit They don't believe that cops degrade you [Imitating white person] Oh come on, those people, those people are 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 nigga with an attitude Gotta get respect or break your motherfucking neck Second One: Always gotta fuck out of wedlock I like it when the pussy 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 nigga 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 motherfucking chicken-shit 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 Fuck any brainwashing man-made law Last but not least, I must be real Number Ten: is my appetite to kill