Lupe Fiasco - Heat Under the Baby Seat lyrics

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 her lay down on the floor "Put the cookies in bag, take the pennies out the drawer!" Little Khalil got a gun he got from the rebels To k** 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 boots, and black hat He going to blow away the bully that just pushed his a** Little Joker got a gun he bought on the street To go and k** the n***as 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 armor-piercing rounds and her gun don't jam She got laser-guided rockets, she k**ing 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, Glock nines, intratecs So when you see shorty don't disrespect Watch 'A Better Tomorrow' and play Grand Theft Auto Hear a bang