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 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 hat   He gon' blow away the bully that just pushed his ass      Little weapon   Little weapon   Little weapon   Little weapon      I killed another man today   Shot him in his back as he ran away   Then I blew up his house wit 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 fightin' since I was like six or seven      Now I don't know much 'bout 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 you      Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we're callin' you   There's a war, if the guns are just too tall for you   We'll find you somethin' small to use   Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we need you now, pow      Little weapon      Now here comes the march of the boy brigade   A macaw parade of the toys he made   And in shimmers 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 AK-47s that they shootin' into heaven   Like they tryin' kill a Jetson that struggles little recruits      Cute, smileless, heartless, valiants   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 callin' you   There's a war, if the guns are just too tall for you   We'll find you somethin' small to use   Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we need you now, pow      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 nigga breathe      B for the bombs, press pause for your moms   Make the room silent, she don't approve with 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   Artillery work fo', C I A with A   A operative, a operate to scam all day      I hold the controller connected to the soldier   With weapons on his shoulders, he's only seconds older   Than me, me, playful but serious   Now keep that on mind for on line experience      Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we're callin' you   There's a war, if the guns are just too tall for you   We'll find you somethin' small to use   Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we need you now      Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we're callin' you   There's a war, if the guns are just too tall for you   We'll find you somethin' small to use   Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we need you now, pow