Another gangstarr remix, tailor made for Macy Big kids us need a lot of space to play I'm blowin' fakes with my man Mos Def Of Primo on the track Rock the no vest, so don't test
'Cause you catch a bad one I y'all happy camper rappers into sad ones bless you with a new joint, shit you never heard I need a place to lay low bro 'cause one is murder
My baby works at the Boulevard Cafe Just a young man with big dreams to make his own way
The owner is this mean ol' Who degrades him Then she fires him for no Don't give him his last pay, hey
I've committed and I think I've got away at my mother's house, come get me right away I have no intention of paying for my crime, fear Gonna get the next plane outta here and fly
he's down it breaks my heart to see him So I I'd talk to her woman to woman I walk in and she countin' her Got so much cash her office looks 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 fighting
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 paying for my crime, fear Gonna get the plane outta here and fly away
Yo, puttin' a effort for minimum wage You bring the stillest up to a simmering rage My boss steady, [Incomprehensible] treat a brother any old typical way He-he-hey, that the way I'm living today
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 switch my criminal mind
She back in her office, countin' major dough And don't wanna give a man the pay she owe As soon as I got on the horn and Macy, yo Like yo crazy ho tryna play me low
Macy on the scene with both hands on deck Like respect your debt or protect your But old chick got and said, "What you gon' do? Macy reached for the tool made a holla like Ja
And I was oh shit, relax don't flip But ol' got slick Macy let off a whole clip Then she said, "You you know 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 it's Look at all money But you went and shot her in the tummy Look at all papers
But we ain't have to got a birdie cape To me the old maid meet her maker Your that rhymes with Jamaica You better bounce before our face be in the Yeah, be locked up in the bing is not the
With a suitcase full of We flew to a paradise One I've learned through all of this is Having sure is nice
Me and my got married He's working hard to make his come true As far as regrets, I don't any Would
I've committed murder and I think got away at my mother's house, come get me right away I have no intention of paying for my crime, fear Gonna get the next plane outta and fly away
I've committed and I think I've got away Hiding at my house, come get me right away I have no intention of for my crime, don't fear Gonna get the next plane here and fly away
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