Heat Under The Babyseat

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
(A Rhyming Ape)
(Kids With Guns playing in background)
(*brraat brrrat* *pow pow* *cocks gun* *boof*)
Hey-How you gonna get up man? I shot you, you dead. You can't get up when you dead. You gotta lay down. Man, you ain't-you ain't you ain't playin right, I aint I ain- you know I aint even understand, I can't even play with you no more. Your suppo- When you're dead you supposed to lay down man. Whatever.

[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco]
Lil Terry got a gun he got from a 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 the bag, take the pennies out the drawer.
Lil Kahlil 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.
Lil Alex got a gun he took from his dad,
That he snuck into school in his black bookbag,
His black nail polish, black boots and black hat,
He gon' blow away the bully that just pushed his ass.
Lil Joker got a gun he bought on the street,
to go and kill the niggas that beat him up last week,
'Cause he don't let go of none of his past beefs,
Bullets flying out the windows, shells landing on the seats.
Lil Sara got a gun from her Uncle Sam,
She got armor piercing rounds, and her gun don't jam,
She got laser-guided 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 (Internet)
AKs, Glock 9s, Interteks, (Intertek)
So if you see a shorty, don't disrespect, (Disrespect)
Watch Better Tomorrow and play Grand Theft Auto
Hear a bang!