Heat Under the Baby Seat

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 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 boots
And black hat
He going to blow away the bully
That just pushed his ass
Little 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 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 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, Glock nines, intratecs
So when you see shorty don't disrespect
Watch 'A Better Tomorrow' and
Play Grand Theft Auto hear a bang