[Intro]

Violent, the violent destruction, pain, suffering

Widespread fighting, violent

[Chorus: Big $tab]

Addicted to the screams, you hear them sirens

Killers bustin' shots and wilin'

Body bags, you know we supply 'em

We ridin'! We violent!

Addicted to the screams, you hear them sirens

Killers bustin' shots and wilin'

Body bags, you know we supply 'em

We ridin'! We violent!

[Verse 1: Curb Stomp]

When we wilin' stuff my face full of powder

Get violent, then hit the pilot and take a shower

I'm an eastside rider, no other, so don't compare me

Before I'm covered in blood like the couple in Carrie

I got a slug that I carry, in case a buster wanna test

Let four off in 'em, shoot that motherfucker to death

Obsessed with the sound of screams surrounding me

I prowl the streets and kill you for a quarter ounce of weed, ridin'

[Verse 2: Lil' Shank]

Drive by rollin' through the east side

4 or 5 hoodlums with them thangs rolling on us at the stop light

Didn't seem it coming, heard a blast quick, light flash

And my cousin's brains on the motherfuckin' dash

I shot back, hit the motherfucker driving

Now my cousin's dead, here comes the sirens

Then we dipped in the alleyway so we can drop the peace

Now we finna lay low until we don't see police

[Chorus: Big $tab]

Addicted to the screams, you hear them sirens

Killers bustin' shots and wilin'

Body bags, you know we supply 'em

We ridin'! We violent!

Addicted to the screams, you hear them sirens

Killers bustin' shots and wilin'

Body bags, you know we supply 'em

We ridin'! We violent!

[Verse 3: Cell Block]

Go on and point 'em out, (Where?) need somebody deaded?

It's Cell Block, got a Glock, and Hell is where they headed

With blood pourin' out like a spout, never doubt

I'm about pimpin' hoes, actin' [?]

And I knew [?] for the ransom

Bleed 'em dry, on your knees like [?] anthem

Addicted to the screams, I get sick like a basehead

Glock's got a facelift, tied up in a basement

[Verse 4: Young Mufasa]

Call me Young Mufasa, no fuckin' imposter

Rockin' the colors of the Rasta on my chopper

Spray the whole block up - Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta!

On and on like while you pussies still doing mockups

I take a hit off of the ganja, fuck a fat bitch with no condom

Raw-doggin' all these park hoes with no problem

No phone call the next day, no drama homie

Sorry 'bout your baby mama

[Chorus: Big $tab]

Addicted to the screams, you hear them sirens

Killers bustin' shots and wilin'

Body bags, you know we supply 'em

We ridin'! We violent!

Addicted to the screams, you hear them sirens

Killers bustin' shots and wilin'

Body bags, you know we supply 'em

We ridin'! We violent!

[Verse 5: Lil Slug]

It's gangsta number one! (Number one!)

It's the Slug with the shotgun, barrel to your bone marrow (To your bone marrow)

Sicker than anyone you're aware of

I pull your tarot, the card of death and despair

I got the sticky lickin' shots off, get wicked when I pop off

Your dirty ass bitch got you itchy in your ya-ya (Hell no!)

I'm in the house like a fugitive you would harbor (You would harbor)

I keep your head spinning with this revolver (Lil Slug)

[Verse 6: Big $tab]

It's gonna get tragic if the killer gets stopped

[?] serve a cop first day on the job

Rollin' down the window, see the flash getting wicked

Raisin' my interior, drunk as fuck, speedin' through a school zone

I see the devil on the day with bullets bustin' at random

Without thinking about safety

Killers kill count and calculations are the deficit

Sold so many drugs and not none of them are medicine

When I'm on the premises, you leavin' in some packagin'

I'm mentally unstable, your brain's what I'm damagin'

[Chorus: Big $tab]

Addicted to the screams, you hear them sirens

Killers bustin' shots and wilin'

Body bags, you know we supply 'em

We ridin'! We violent!

Addicted to the screams, you hear them sirens

Killers bustin' shots and wilin'

Body bags, you know we supply 'em

We ridin'! We violent!

[Verse 7: Hollow Point]

Motherfucker, I don't even make sense

'Cause I'm takin' all your dollars, get the point, hear a gun click

That's the last sound that your motherfuckin' ass hear

In the background, listen to the Rydas cheer (Hey!)

'Cause your dead, down, dick in the dirt

No work, I could sit back and let the little homies go berserk

Fuck the earth, not a joke

Goddamn, let the world burn, lookin' at 'em all squirm

[Chorus: Big $tab]

Addicted to the screams, you hear them sirens

Killers bustin' shots and wilin'

Body bags, you know we supply 'em

We ridin'! We violent!

Addicted to the screams, you hear them sirens

Killers bustin' shots and wilin'

Body bags, you know we supply 'em

We ridin'! We violent!