B for the bombs, press pause for your moms
Government want me dead so I wear my gun
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we're callin' you
Imagine if I had to console
Cute, smileless, heartless, valiants
His black nail polish, black boots and black hat
He robbed a candy shop, told her, “Lay down on the floor
Prays five times a day and listens to heavy metal
He bought it with the money he got from his chores
We'll find you somethin' small to use
Where AK-47s that they shootin' into heaven
To feel no pain and hear no tongue
The graves get deeper the further we go down
Can't write their own names
If I'm in your dreams, then your end is near, it's you
There's a war, if the guns are just too tall for you
Little weapon
Now little Terry got a gun he got from the store
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we need you now, pow
Then sit back and smoke and watch it burn down
Little Alex got a gun he took from his dad
Think you gangsta, popped a few rounds?
A macaw parade of the toys he made
A operative, a operate to scam all day
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we're callin' you
She leave, resume activity
Press up and Y, one less nigga breathe
A bomb on his waist, a mask on his face
I killed another man today
Little weapon
We'll find you somethin' small to use
Now here comes the march of the boy brigade
And camouflage suits made to fit youths
Now I don't know much 'bout where I'm from
He gon' blow away the bully that just pushed his ass
I really want the rocket launcher but I'm still too young
And in shimmers shades, who look half his age
Little weapon
These kids'll come through and murder a whole town
This candy give me courage not to fear no one
Been fightin' since I was like six or seven
We'll find you somethin' small to use
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we're callin' you
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we're callin' you
There's a war, if the guns are just too tall for you
Childhood destroyed, devoid of all childish ways
With weapons on his shoulders, he's only seconds older
'Cause the one off of dead soldiers hang a lil' loose
Or read the words that's on their own graves
We'll find you somethin' small to use
But I know I strike fear everywhere I come
The families of those slain I slayed on game consoles
“Just five more dogs, then we can get a soccer ball"
There's a war, if the guns are just too tall for you
Shot him in his back as he ran away
So I hear no screams and I shed no tear
On next part I, insert code
I hold the controller connected to the soldier
To kill the infidels and the American devils
There's a war, if the guns are just too tall for you
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we need you now, pow
That's what my commander say
Then I blew up his house wit a hand grenade
Than me, me, playful but serious
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we need you now, pow
To sweeten up the little person's murder workload
Start in blue heart, subpar sharp wizardry
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we need you now
Like they tryin' kill a Jetson that struggles little recruits
Put the cookies in the bag, take the pennies out the drawer”
How old? Well I'm like ten, eleven
About half the size of the flags they wave
Artillery work fo', C I A with A
Little weapon
Now keep that on mind for on line experience
Publishers: CHICAGO X SOFTCORE SONGS, HEAVY AS HEAVEN MUSIC, SONY/ATV SONGS LLC, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - CAREERS
Little weapon
That he snuck in the school is his black book bag
Songwriters: Bishop G, Wasalu Muhammad Jaco, Patrick Martin Stump
Cut his wife throat as she put her hands to pray
Make the room silent, she don't approve with violent games
Lil' Khalil got a gun he got from the rebels
I, aim my hole, right trigger to squeeze