โหลดเพลง mp3 Little Weapon (feat. Bishop G & Nikki Jean) - Lupe Fiasco

Little Weapon - Lupe Fiasco/Bishop G/Nikki Jean
Written by：Bishop G/Lupe Fiasco/Nikki Jean/Patrick Stump
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 Khalid got a gun he got from the rebels
To kill 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 gone blow away the bully that just pushed his a**
Pushed his a**
Pushed his a**
Pushed his a**
Pushed his a**
Pushed his a**
Pushed his a**

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 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
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

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 little loose
Where ak47 s that they shooting into heaven
Like they tryna kill a jet son that struggles little recruits
Cute smile less 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
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

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 ni**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 sub par 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
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