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

Khalil got a gun he got from the rebels
To kill the and the American devils
A bomb on his waist, a mask on his
Prays times a day and listens to heavy metal

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

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I killed another man
Shot him in his back as he ran
I blew up his house wit a hand grenade
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 Well I'm like ten, eleven
Been fightin' since I was six or seven

Now I know much 'bout where I'm from
But I know I strike fear I come
Government want me dead so I 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 no tongue
So I hear no and I shed no tear
If I'm in your dreams, 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 somethin' to use
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we you now, pow

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

And camouflage suits 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 that struggles little recruits

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

Think you gangsta, popped a few
These kids'll come through and a whole town
Then sit back and smoke and watch it down
The graves get deeper the further we go

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

if I had to console
The families of those slain I slayed on consoles
I, aim my hole, right trigger to
up and Y, one less nigga breathe

B for the bombs, press pause for your
Make the room silent, she don't with violent games
She leave, activity
Start in blue heart, subpar wizardry

On next part I, insert
To up the little person's murder workload
Artillery work fo', C I A A
A operative, a to scam all day

I the controller connected to the soldier
With weapons on his shoulders, only seconds older
Than me, me, playful but
Now that on mind for on line experience

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

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