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lupe fiasco feat. bishop g - little weapon (feat. biship g and nikki jean كلمات الأغنية

now little terry got a gun he got from the store
he bought it with the money he got from his ch-r-s
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 into school in his black book bag
his black nail polish, black boots and black hat
he gon’ blow away the bully that just pushed his -ss…

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 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
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

now here comes the march of the boy brigade
a macabre parade of the toys he made
and in shimmars 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 one off of dead soldiers hang a lil’ loose
with ak-47s that they shootin’ into heaven
like they tryin’ kill a jetson that struggles little recruits

cute, smileless, heartless, violent
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 grave gets 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 y, one less na 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 in blue heart, superb sharp wizardry
on next part i, insert code
to sweeten up the little person’s murder workload
i tell him he work fo’, c i a with a
a operative, i operate this game all day
i hold the controller connected to the soldier
with weapons on his shoulders, he’s only seconds older
than me, we, playful but serious
now keep that on mind for online 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

- lupe fiasco feat bishop g

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