Key: E minor•
Verse 1
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
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Interlude 1
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Verse 2
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 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
Verse 3
Am
Bm
Little weapon, little weapon,
Bm
Am
Bm
We're calling you, there's a war
Am
Bm
Em
You find you something small to use
Am
Bm
Little weapon, little weapon,
Yanked you now,
pow
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Em
Verse 4
Em
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of the boy brigade
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A McCarparade of the toys he made
who looks half his age
into heaven
Jetsons
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Em
avoided of all childish ways
Can't write their own names
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Or read the words on their own graves
a few rounds
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and murder a whole town
and watch it burn down
Verse 5
Am
Bm
Little weapon, little weapon,
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Em
Am
Bm
We're calling you, there's a war
Am
Bm
Em
You find you something small to use
Am
Bm
Little weapon, little weapon,
Interlude 2
Yanked you now, pow
Em
G
Em
Verse 6
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,
Verse 7
now keep on mind for online experience
Am
Bm
Little weapon, little weapon,
Am
Bm
We're calling you, there's a war
Am
Bm
Em
You find you something small to use
Am
Bm
Little weapon, little weapon,
Yanked you now, pow
Verse 8
Em
Am
Bm
Little weapon, little weapon,
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Bm
Am
Bm
We're calling you, there's a war
Em
Am
If it comes not just too tall for you
Bm
Em
You find you something small to use
Am
Bm
Little weapon, little weapon,
Yanked you now, pow
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