Bishop G - Little Weapon lyrics

[Intro] "Now little Terry got a gun he got from the store He bought it with the money he got from his chores 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 k** 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 in the school is his black book bag His black nail polish, black boots, and black hair He gon blow away the bully that just pushed his a**... " [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] I k**ed 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 fighting since I was like six, or seven Now I don't know much about 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 ME [Hook: Nikki Jean] Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon We're calling you...there's a war If the guns are just too tall, for you We'll find you something small, to use Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon We need you now, now [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Now here comes the march of the boy brigade A macabre parade of the toys he made In shemaghs and 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 Where AK47s that they shootin into heaven Like they tryna k** 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 graves get deeper the further we go down It's lit-tle WEA-pon [Hook: Nikki Jean] Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon We're calling you...there's a war If the guns are just too tall, for you We'll find you something small, to use Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon We need you now, now [Verse 3: Bishop G] 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 n***a 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, subpar sharp wizardry On next part I, insert code To sweeten up the little person's murder workload I tell him he work fo', CIA with A A operative, I operate this game all day I hold the controller connected to the soldier With weapons on his shoulder, he's only seconds older Than me - WE, playful but serious Now keep that on mind for online experience, uh! [Hook: Nikki Jean] Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon We're calling you...there's a war If the guns are just too tall, for you We'll find you something small, to use Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon We need you now Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon We're calling you...there's a war If the guns are just too tall, for you We'll find you something small, to use Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon We need you now, now