Shooting Stars

[Intro:] {Chris Brown, Violent J:} I just wanna thank first and foremost all the fans (Yeah, muthafucka!) That supported me from day one Um, my label (Stay right there!) God, brothers, sisters, family members, definitely everybody that's here [Verse 1:] {Violent J:} I drove all the way from Detroit, back seat full of weapons If I'da got pulled over they'd be dead in seconds Whipped out a hitch, I arrive on the 405 The Staple Center, tonight it's the Grammys... live Don't got no ticket, but I ain't here to scream and applaud I come to kill Chris Brown and shock this industry crowd Fuck him dead in his seat, blow his guts out his tux He beat the hell out his woman and they still on his nuts The fuckin message that is sendin must have a bloody endin Posin as security, but he ain't safe I'm just pretendin Bruno Mars on stage, cameras live, TV That bitch forgave him, but still he's gotta die to me Big record companies, executives, VIP's watchin Probly cover up his dead hookers, big business appallin But the underground below don't approve him, so he flex He had his chance on top, he fucked it up, make room for the next He stood up to applaud the show put on by Lady Gaga Blew a cyanide dart into his throat like, 'got'cha!' He fell back dead, stuck smilin, eyes open as the night went They thought he was just dazed, happy from all the excitement BUT I KILLED HIM!! [Hook:] What if I shot a star out the sky? (Shooting stars!) A piggy has to have wings, before he can fly! What if I killed him? What if I shot a star out the sky? (Shooting stars!) A piggy has to have wings, before he can fly! I fuckin killed him! What if I shot a star out the sky? (Shooting stars!) A piggy has to have wings, before he can fly! What if I killed him? What if I shot a star out the sky? (Shooting stars!) A piggy has to have wings, before he can fly!