Lupe Fiasco – Little Weapon lyrics

(Feat. Bishop G, Nikki Jean)

[Lupe Deep Voice]
Now Lil Terry got a gun he got from the store
He bought it with the money he got from his chores
He robbed the candy shop
Told her lay down on the floor
Put the cookies in the bag
Take the pennies out the drawer

Lil Kalil got a gun he got from the rebels
To kill the infidels and American devils
A bomb on his waste
A mask on his face
Prays five times a day
And listens to Heavy Metal

Lil Alex got a gun he took from his dad
That he snuck into school in his black book bag
His black nail polish, black boots, and black hair
He gon blow away the bully that just pushed his ass...

[Lupe Fiasco]
I killed 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's throat as she put her hands to pray
Just five more dawgs then we can get a soccer ball
That's what my commander say
How Old?
Well I'm like ten, eleven
Been fightin 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 she'd no tear
If I'm in your dreams then your end is near
Yeah

[Chorus - 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
Then find you something small to use
Little Weapon
Little Weapon
Little Weapon
I need you now... Pow

[Lupe Fiasco]
Now here comes the march of the boy brigade
A macabre parade of the toys he made
And Shammars in shades who look half his age
About half the size of the flags they wave
And Camouflage suits made to fit youths
Cause the ones off the dead soldiers hang a lil loose
With ak-47's that they shootin into heaven
Like they tryin to kill the Jetson's
The struggles, lil recruits
Cute, Smileless, Heartless, violent, childhood destroyed
The void 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 will come through and murder a whole town
Then sit back and smoke and watch it burn down
The grave gets deeper the further we go down

[Chorus:]
Little Weapon
Little Weapon
Little Weapon
We're calling you
There's a war
If the guns are just too tall for you
Then find you something small to use
Little Weapon
Little Weapon
Little Weapon
I need you now... Pow

[Bishop G]
Imagine if I had to console
The family of those slain
I slayed on game consoles
I aim, I hold right trigger to squeeze
Press up and Y, one less nigga 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 and blow hearts apart, sharp wizardry
On next part I insert code
To sweeten up the little persons murder work load
I tell him he work for
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

[Chorus:]
Little Weapon
Little Weapon
Little Weapon
We're calling you
There's a war
If the guns are just too tall for you
Then find you something small to use
Little Weapon
Little Weapon
Little Weapon
I 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
Then find you something small to use
Little Weapon
Little Weapon
Little Weapon
I need you now... Pow