How could you put us through it? How could you take his life away? (What made you think you had the right?) How could you be so full of hate? (To take away somebody's life) And when I heard you let him die Uncle Sam taught him to shoot Maybe a little too

In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp And I'm on the block, and I'm on the block Shooting at the opps Yo, Pierre you wanna come out here? All these hoes gon' flock (flock flock), when I drop (drop) Yo

We're going to shoot you But don't get the wrong idea And there's nothing in your head or pocket Throat or wallet You're appealing to emotions that I simply do not have So put your hands in the air and don't make a sound That could change just how this

Born with a broken heart Burnin' like a shootin' star Oh, why do the good die young Playin' on that sad guitar Up from the ashes, out of the flames Keeps gettin' stronger, like a slow rollin' train Watch it run Off in the distance, it was callin' my name

Don't blame me Hear my story and listen well; Truth is in all that I tell It could never have been me I did not shoot no deputy Mr Grant, the deputy, Friend to my whole family He always tell me when John Brown Was getting ready to come around

Oh, shooter My hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up But no, I can't do it I think they want me to surrender My hands up, my hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up (yeah) (Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me to surrender) Yea,

Bitch, you gon' die, hoe They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch Out of the way kids Bitch, I smoked crack, now I count fucking racks Back to the smack, lickin' the powder bags Back on my bullshit, white bands, scoof it Three in

Welcome back to the pipe Oh, hello, thank you for tuning in You're listening to Breeze FM Where we shoot the breeze, all day long Up next we have a little treat for you A few new songs from new comer Mac DeMarco, So sit back and enjoy Ladies and

Shoot you with desire My gun's for hire The word is out that I'm about And I've come gunning for you I'm a real entertainer, a mischief maker A lover of no fixed abode Quick draw on the floor No law give you more Sweet talker, lover of sin

Boom, boom, boom, boom I'm gonna shoot you right down Knock you off of your feet And take you home with me Put you in my house Ow ow ow ow ow Hmm hmm hmm Hmm hmm hmm hmm