Chi tecca when they ghetto
We try to keep it mellow
But you gotta keep that metal
In a saved up place
A spade is a spade
If a joker come up out of his face
Here comes the ace
Murder at the dance hall
BUH BUH BUH
You better have a fast draw
If you got that glass jaw
Why these young niggas whiling
It seems like living in the city
Is like living on an island
This high
Come visit man
It's real Iraq
Just had to wield my ratchet
Just to build my racket
These youngsters ain't asking
They running up and they clacking
Assassins gassing
Hey you're gasping for your last one
And some when the door get
Low and sold his soul
Gun hand jumping better hope it don't
Hey you pimp like Gumby
Where your poke it going
And an enormous hole from the forty four
Or the fever
Rap raw been thugging
Sawed off shotty Hacksaw Jim Duggans
The Remington 11 eighty seven
In the Pennington
Fifty cal law can't fit
Them in the minivan
I hit them from outside of the city span
Quicker than any man
It's a shoulder and
I knew he wouldn't come either
I ain't a gangsta got gun fever
See I'm a squeeze her
You shaking with the feeling of a seizure
I show you the proper procedure
To meet the reaper
We the feature
The fans filling up the bleachers
They want to be witnesses
To the killing of you creatures
I light them up like torching
Keefer with my reefer
This is gun s*x and
I'm a skeeter not a leaker ahh
Soon as a pull my heater on your leader
Either you eager to beat or
We gone see if you gone bleed or
Gun fever
Gun fever will leave you running cheetah
Your tongue keep weaving and
I'll leave your lungs bleeding
Needing some stitches
The cops need descriptions
The pictures of the crime scene
They asking who did it
Seeing this vicious cycle in my vision
Keeps me suspicious of
Passerbys and citizens
People pack pistols in their pocket
For protection from predators
You never know when they might set it off
