Lupe Fiasco Little Weapo

    1. Lupe Fiasco Little Weapo   Time 2008-05-29 18:42
  • love dis track feeling his albumbishop G did his thing (his verse was interesting & cool, but i think he forgot to mention "X"?? but its still crazy)produced by Patrick Stump((LYRICS))Now little terry got a gun he got from the storeHe bought it with the money he got from his choresHe robbed the candy shop, told her "lay down on the floorPut the cookies in the bag, take the pennies out the drawer"Little Caleil got a gun he got from the rebelsTo kill the infidels and American devilsA bomb on his waist, a mask on his facePrays five times a day and listens to heavy metalLittle Alex got a gun he took from his dadThat he snuck into school in his black book bagHis black nail polish, black boots and black hatHe gon' blow away the bully that just pushed his assI killed another man todayShot him in his back as he ran awayThen I blew up his hut with a hand grenadeCut his wife's throat as she put her hands to prayJust five more dogs then we can get a soccerballThat's what my commander sayHow old? Well im like 10, 11Been fightin' since I was like 6, or 7Now I don't know much about where I'm fromBut I know I strike fear everywhere I comeGovernment want me dead so I wear my gunI really want the rocket launcher but I'm still too youngThis candy give me courage not to fear no oneTo feel no pain and hear no tongueSo I hear no screams and I shed no tearIf I'm in your dreams, then your end is nearLittle Weapon, Little Weapon, Little Weapon, We're calling youThere's a war, if the guns are just too tall for youWe'll find you something small to useLittle Weapon, Little Weapon, Little Weapon, We need you nowNow here comes the march of the boy brigadeA macabre parade of the toys he madeOf shemaghs and shades who look half his ageAbout half the size of the flags they waveAnd camouflage suits made to fit youths'Cause the ones off the dead soldiers hang a little looseWith AK-47's that they shootin' into heavenLike they tryin' to kill the JetsonsThe struggle's little recruitsCute, smile-less, heartless, violentChildhood destroyed, devoid of all childishWays, can't write they own namesOr read the words that's on they own gravesThink you gangsta, popped a few rounds?The kids'll come through and murder a whole townThen sit back and smoke and watch it burn downThe grave gets deeper the further we go downLittle Weapon, Little Weapon, Little Weapon, We're calling youThere's a war, if the guns are just too tall for youWe'll find you something small to useLittle Weapon, Little Weapon, Little Weapon, We need you nowImagine if I had to consoleThe family's of those slain and slayed on game consolesI aim, I hold, right trigger to squeezePress up and Y, one less nigga breatheB for the bombs, press pause for your momsMake the room silent, she don't approve of violentGames, she leave, resume activityStarred and blue hearts of card shark wizardryOn the next part I, insert codeTo sweeten up the little person's murder workloadI tell him he work for CIA with "A"A operative, I operate this game all dayI hold the controller, connected to the soldierWith weapons on his shoulderHe's only seconds olderThan meMe: playful but serious,Now keep that on mind for online experienceLittle Weapon, Little Weapon, Little Weapon, We're calling youThere's a war, if the guns are just too tall for youWe'll find you something small to useLittle Weapon, Little Weapon, Little Weapon, We need you nowLittle Weapon, Little Weapon, Little Weapon, We're calling youThere's a war, if the guns are just too tall for youWe'll find you something small to useLittle Weapon, Little Weapon, Little Weapon, We need you now
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