Lupe Fiasco
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 Get Back