Gun Fever - Hieroglyphics

Shots echo 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

Have you bent like Gumby when your Pokey gone

And an enormous hole from the forty-four

Or the fever

Rap raw, been thugging

Sawed-off shotty, Hacksaw Jim Duggans

The Remington 11−87 in the Pennington

50 cal law can’t fit 'em in the minivan

I hit 'em 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’mma 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 'em up like torching keefer with my reefer

This is gun sex 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 gon' see if you gon' 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