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