作曲 : Bishop G, Fiasco, Stump 作词 : Jaco +G & 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 the candy shop told them 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 kill the infidels and American devils A bomb on his waist' a mask on his face Prays five times a day yet listens to heavy metal Little 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 hat He's gon' blow away the bully that just pushed his ass Lupe Fiasco - Little Weapon (featuring Bishop G & Nikki Jean) I killed another man today Shot him in his back cuz he ran away Then I blew up his hut with a hand grenade Cut his wife throat cuz she put her hands to pray Just five more dogs then could get a soccer ball That's what my commander says 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 wants me dead so I wear my gun I really want the rocket launcher but I'm still to young This candy gives 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 Little weapon' little weapon' little weapon We're calling you' there's a war If it comes not just too tall for you You find you something small to use Little weapon' little weapon' little weapon Yanked you now' pow Now here comes the march of the boy brigade A McCar parade of the toys he made And in shimmer shades who looks half his age About half the size of the flags they waved And camouflage suits made to fit youths Cuz the ones off dead soldier fits a little loose With AK-47 that they shooting into heaven Like they trying to kill the Jetsons They struggle little recruits Cute' smileless' heartless' violent Childhood destroyed' avoided of all childish ways Can’t write their own names Or read the words on their own graves Think you gangsta popped a few rounds These kids will come through and murder a whole town And sit back and smoke and watch it burn down The grave gets deeper the further we go down Little weapon' little weapon' little weapon We're calling you' there's a war If it comes not just too tall for you You find you something small to use Little weapon' little weapon' little weapon Yanked you now' pow Imagine if I had to console The family of those Slayed that I slain 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 silence she don’t approve of violent games She leaves resume activity Start and blew hearts' with poor harsh wizardry On next part I insert code To sweeten up the purses of murder work load I tell him he work for CIA with A And operative' I operate this game all day I hold a controller connected to the soldier With weapons on his shoulder' he’s only seconds older than me We playful but serious' now keep on mind for online experience Little weapon' little weapon' little weapon We're calling you' there's a war If it comes not just too tall for you You find you something small to use Little weapon' little weapon' little weapon Yanked you now' pow Little weapon' little weapon' little weapon We're calling you' there's a war If it comes not just too tall for you You find you something small to use Little weapon' little weapon' little weapon Yanked you now' pow