Little weapon chords and lyrics - LUPE FIASCO

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[Verse 1]
Now little [Em]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
[F#m][G]

[Interlude 1]
[Em]
[F#m][G][Em]
[F#m][G][Em]
[F#m][G][Em]

[Verse 2]
I killed another man [Em]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 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]
Little [Am]weapon, little [Bm]weapon,
little [Em]weapon
We're call[Bm]ing [Am]you, there's a[Bm] war
If [Em]it comes not just too tall for you
[Am]You [Bm]find you something s[Em]mall to use
Little [Am]weapon, little [Bm]weapon,
little [Em]weapon
Yanked you now,
pow
[F#m][G][Em]

[Verse 4]
[Em][F#m][G]
Now [Em]here comes the march
of the boy brigade
A McCar[F#m]parade of the toys he [G]made
And in [Em]shimmer shades
who looks half his age
About half the [F#m]size of the
flags [G]they waved
And [Em]camouflage suits made to fit youths
Cause the ones off [F#m]dead soldier
hang a little [G]loose
[Em]With AK- 47 that they shooting
into heaven
Like they trying to kill [F#m]the
Jetsons
They struggle little re[G]cruits
[Em]Cute, smileless, heartless, violent
Childhood des[F#m]troyed,
[G]avoided of all childish [Em]ways
Can't write their own names
Or read the [F#m]words [G]on their own graves
[Em]Think you gangsta popped
a few rounds
These kids will come [F#m]through
[G]and murder a whole [Gm]town
And [Em]sit back and smoke
and watch it burn down
The grave gets [F#m]deeper the fur
[Em]ther we go down

[Verse 5]
[Am]Little weapon, little [Bm]weapon,
little [Em]weapon
We're call[F#m]ing yo[Em]u, th[Am]ere's a [Bm]war
If [Em]it comes not just too tall for you
[Am]You [Bm]find you something s[Em]mall to use
Little [Am]weapon, little [Bm]weapon,
little [Em]weapon

[Interlude 2]
Yanked you now, pow
[Em][G][Em]

[Verse 6]
[Em]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,

[Verse 7]
now keep on mind for online experience
[Am]Little weapon, little [Bm]weapon,
little [Em]weapon
We're calling [Am]you, there's [Bm]a war
If [Em]it comes not just too tall for you
[Am]You [Bm]find you something s[Em]mall to use
Little [Am]weapon, little [Bm]weapon,
little [Em]weapon
Yanked you now, pow

[Verse 8]
Little [Em]weapon, [Am]little [Bm]weapon,
little [Em]weapon
We're call[F#m]ing yo[Bm]u, th[Am]ere's a wa[Bm]r
If [Em]it comes not just too tall [Am]for you
You [Bm]find you something [Em]small to use
Little [Am]weapon, little [Bm]weapon,
little [Em]weapon
Yanked you now, pow