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

Lil' Khalil got a gun he got the rebels
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

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

Little
Little
weapon
Little

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

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

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

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

Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, 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, pow

Little

Now here comes the of the boy brigade
A macaw of the toys he made
And in shades, who look half his age
About half the size of the flags wave

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

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

Think you gangsta, a few rounds?
kids'll come through and murder a whole town
Then sit back and and watch it burn down
The graves get the further we go down

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

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

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

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

I hold the controller connected to the
With weapons on his shoulders, he's seconds older
Than me, me, but serious
Now keep that on mind for on line

weapon, little 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, little weapon, little weapon, we you now

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