Another gangstarr remix, tailor for Macy Gray Big kids like us need a lot of to play I'm blowin' fakes with my man Mos Def Of course on the track the streets no vest, so don't test
'Cause you could a bad one I y'all happy camper rappers into sad ones bless you with a new joint, shit you never heard I a place to lay low bro 'cause this one is murder
My baby works down at the Boulevard Just a young man with big dreams to make his own way
The owner is mean ol' bitch Who degrades him Then she fires him for no Don't wanna give him his pay, hey
I've committed murder and I think I've got Hiding at my mother's house, come get me away I have no intention of for my crime, don't fear Gonna get the next plane here and fly away
When he's down it breaks my to see him So I figured I'd talk to her to woman I walk in and she her cash Got so much cash her office like a green pasture
I said, "Give him the you owe him" She said, "Get back, bitch, I ain't you shit" I said, "You ol' bag, you heard" But them are words
I've committed murder and I I've got away Hiding at my house, come get me right away I no intention of paying for my crime, don't fear Gonna get the plane outta here and fly away
Yo, puttin' a maximum effort for minimum You bring the waters up to a simmering rage My boss slippin' steady, Tryna a brother any old typical way He-he-hey, that ain't the way I'm living
Give me my last check and let me bounce up and skate That's when she said, "I giving you not one thin dime" And so she made me wanna into my criminal mind
She sittin' in her office, countin' major dough And don't give a young man the pay she owe As soon as I got on the and called Macy, yo Like yo this ho tryna play me low
Macy beemed on the scene with both hands on respect your debt or protect your neck But old chick got and said, "What you gon' do? Macy reached for the tool made a like Ja Rule
And I was like oh shit, don't flip But ol' got slick Macy let off a whole clip Then she said, "You crazy you know ain't free" Snatched the cash and made a like OJ and AC and we out
Yo, I know you had a gun What you it's funny Look at all money But damn you went and shot her in the Look at all these
But we ain't to got pull a birdie cape To me the old maid meet her maker Your maker that rhymes with You bounce before our face be in the paper Yeah, be locked up in the is not the flavor
With a full of money We to a Jamaican paradise One thing learned through all of this is money sure is nice
Me and my got married He's working to make his dreams come true As far as regrets, I don't any you?
I've committed murder and I think I've got Hiding at my mother's house, get me right away I have no intention of paying for my crime, fear Gonna get the plane outta here and fly away
I've murder and I think I've got away Hiding at my mother's house, get me right away I have no of paying for my crime, don't fear Gonna get the next plane here and fly away
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