[Lupe Deep Voice] Now Lil Terry got a gun he got from the store He bought it with the money he got from his chores He robbed the candy shop Told her lay down on the floor Put the cookies in the bag Take the pennies out the drawer
Lil Kalil got a gun he got from the rebels To kill the infidels and American devils A bomb on his waste A mask on his face Prays five times a day And listens to Heavy Metal
Lil Alex got a gun he took from his dad That he snuck into school in his black book bag His black nail polish, black boots, and black hair He gon blow away the bully that just pushed his ass...
[Lupe Fiasco] I killed another man today Shot him in his back as he ran away Then I blew up his hut with a hand grenade Cut his wife's throat as she put her hands to pray Just five more dawgs then we can get a soccer ball That's what my commander say How Old? Well I'm like ten, eleven Been fightin since I was like six or seven Now I don't know much about where I'm from But I know I strike fear everywhere I come Government want me dead, so I wear my gun I really want the rocket launcher, but I'm still too young This candy give me courage not to fear no one To feel no pain and hear no tongue So I hear no screams and I she'd no tear If I'm in your dreams then your end is near Yeah
[Chorus - Nikki Jean] Little Weapon Little Weapon Little Weapon We're calling you There's a war If the guns are just too tall for you Then find you something small to use Little Weapon Little Weapon Little Weapon I need you now... pow
[Lupe Fiasco] Now here comes the march of the boy brigade A macabre parade of the toys he made And Shammars in shades who look half his age About half the size of the flags they wave And Camouflage suits made to fit youths Cause the ones off the dead soldiers hang a lil loose With AK-47's that they shootin into heaven Like they tryin to kill the Jetson's The struggles, lil recruits Cute, Smileless, Heartless, violent, childhood destroyed The void of all childish ways Can't write their own names Or read the words that's on their own graves Think you gangsta? Popped a few rounds These kids will come through and murder a whole town Then sit back and smoke and watch it burn down The grave gets deeper the further we go down
[Chorus] Little Weapon Little Weapon Little Weapon We're calling you There's a war If the guns are just too tall for you Then find you something small to use Little Weapon Little Weapon Little Weapon I need you now... pow
[Bishop G] Imagine if I had to console The family of those slain I slayed on game consoles I aim, I hold right trigger to squeeze Press up and Y, one less nigga breathe B for the Bombs, press pause for your moms Make the room silent, she don't approve of violent games She leave? Resume activity Start and blow hearts apart, sharp wizardry On next part I insert code To sweeten up the little persons murder work load I tell him he work for CIA with A... A operative I operate this game all day I hold the controller Connected to the soldier with weapons on his shoulder He's only seconds older than me We playful but serious Now keep that on mind for online experience
[Chorus] Little Weapon Little Weapon Little Weapon We're calling you There's a war If the guns are just too tall for you Then find you something small to use Little Weapon Little Weapon Little Weapon I need you now
Little Weapon Little Weapon Little Weapon We're calling you There's a war If the guns are just too tall for you Then find you something small to use Little Weapon Little Weapon Little Weapon I need you now... pow