murder brigade歌詞

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)
活在當下 製作
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