Lupe Fiasco - Heat Under The Baby Seat lyrics

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Now Little Terry got a gun he got from the store

He bought it with the money he got it from his chores

He robbed the candy shop told her lay down on the floor

Put the cookies in bag take the pennies out the drawer

Little Chalil 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 and 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 books and black hat

He gonna’ blow away the bully that just pushed his ass

Little Joker got a gun he bought on the street

To go and kill the that beat him up last week

Cause he don’t let go of none of his past beefs

Bullets flying out the window shells landing on the seats

Little Sarah got a gun from her Uncle Sam

She got armour piercing rounds and her gun don’t jam

She got lasers got rockets

She killing to go to college

She thought it was an insurgent it was some old man

Now You can get guns on the internet

AK’s, Glocks, Nines, Inatechs,

So when you see shorty don’t disrespect

Watch Better Tomorrow and play Grand Theft Auto

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