Lil Weapons Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool - Lupe Fiasco

Now little Terry got a gun he got from the store 

He bought it with the money he got from his chores 

He robbed a candy shop, told her, ?Lay down on the floor 

Put the cookies in the bag, take the pennies out the drawer? 

Lil' Khalil got a gun he got from the rebels 

To kill the infidels and the American devils 

A bomb on his waist, a mask on his face 

Prays five times a day and listens to heavy metal 

Little Alex got a gun he took from his dad 

That he snuck in the school is his black book bag 

His black nail polish, black boots and black hat 

He gon' blow away the bully that just pushed his ass 

Little weapon 

Little weapon 

Little weapon 

Little weapon 

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I killed another man today 

Shot him in his back as he ran away 

Then I blew up his house wit a hand grenade 

Cut his wife throat as she put her hands to pray 

?Just five more dogs, 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 'bout 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 shed no tear 

If I'm in your dreams, then your end is near, it's you 

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Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we're callin' you 

There's a war, if the guns are just too tall for you 

We'll find you somethin' small to use 

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we need you now, pow 

Little weapon 

Now here comes the march of the boy brigade 

A macaw parade of the toys he made 

And in shimmers shades, who look half his age 

About half the size of the flags they wave 

And camouflage suits made to fit youths 

'Cause the one off of dead soldiers hang a lil' loose 

Where AK-47s that they shootin' into heaven 

Like they tryin' kill a Jetson that struggles little recruits 

Cute, smileless, heartless, valiants 

Childhood destroyed, devoid 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'll come through and murder a whole town 

Then sit back and smoke and watch it burn down 

The graves get deeper the further we go down 

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we're callin' you 

There's a war, if the guns are just too tall for you 

We'll find you somethin' small to use 

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we need you now, pow 

Imagine if I had to console 

The families of those slain I slayed on game consoles 

I, aim my hole, right trigger to squeeze 

Press up and why, one less nigga breathe 

be for the bombs, press pause for your moms 

Make the room silent, she don't approve with violent games 

She leave, resume activity 

Start in blue heart, subpar sharp wizardry 

On next part I, insert code 

To sweeten up the little person's murder workload 

Artillery work fo', see I A with A 

A operative, a operate to scam all day 

I hold the controller connected to the soldier 

With weapons on his shoulders, he's only seconds older 

Than me, me, playful but serious 

Now keep that on mind for on line experience 

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we're callin' you 

There's a war, if the guns are just too tall for you 

We'll find you somethin' small to use 

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we need you now 

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we're callin' you 

There's a war, if the guns are just too tall for you 

We'll find you somethin' small to use 

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we need you now, pow