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Now little Terry got a gun he got from the
He bought it with the he got from his chores
He robbed a candy shop, her, Lay down on the floor
Put the cookies in the bag, the pennies out the drawer

Lil' Khalil got a gun he got from the
To the infidels and the American devils
A bomb on his waist, a on his face
Prays five times a day and to heavy metal

Little Alex got a gun he took his dad
That he in the school is his black book bag
His black nail polish, boots and black hat
He gon' blow away the bully that just his ass

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I killed another man
Shot him in his as he ran away
Then I blew up his house wit a hand
Cut his wife throat as she put her hands to

five more dogs, then we can get a soccer ball"
That's what my say
How old? I'm like ten, eleven
Been fightin' since I was like six or

Now I don't know 'bout where I'm from
But I know I strike fear I come
Government me dead so I wear my gun
I really want the rocket launcher but I'm too young

This candy give me not to fear no one
To feel no pain and hear no
So I hear no screams and I no tear
If I'm in dreams, then your end is near, it's you

Little weapon, weapon, little weapon, we're callin' you
There's a war, if the are just too tall for you
We'll find you small to use
Little weapon, little weapon, weapon, we need you now, pow

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Now here the march of the boy brigade
A macaw of the toys he made
And in shimmers shades, who half his age
About half the of the flags they wave

And suits made to fit youths
the one off of dead soldiers hang a lil' loose
Where AK-47s that they shootin' heaven
Like they tryin' kill a Jetson that struggles little

Cute, smileless, heartless,
Childhood destroyed, devoid of all ways
Can't write own names
Or read the words that's on own graves

Think you gangsta, popped a few
These come through and murder a whole town
Then sit back and and watch it burn down
The graves get deeper the we go down

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we're you
There's a war, if the guns are too tall for you
find you somethin' small to use
Little weapon, little weapon, weapon, we need you now, pow

Imagine if I had to
The families of slain I slayed on game consoles
I, aim my hole, trigger to squeeze
Press up and Y, one less breathe

B for the bombs, pause for your moms
Make the silent, she don't approve with violent games
She leave, resume
Start in heart, subpar sharp wizardry

On part I, insert code
To sweeten up the little person's murder
Artillery fo', C I A with A
A operative, a operate to all day

I the controller connected to the soldier
With weapons on his shoulders, he's only older
Than me, me, playful but
Now keep on mind for on line experience

Little weapon, little weapon, weapon, we're callin' you
There's a war, if the guns are just too for you
We'll find you small to use
Little weapon, little weapon, weapon, we need you now

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, callin' you
There's a war, if the are just too tall for you
We'll find you somethin' to use
Little weapon, weapon, little weapon, we need you now, pow