Macy Gray - I'Ve Committed Murder (Gangstarr Remix) lyrics
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[Gangstarr] Another Gangstarr remix, tailor made for Macy Gray Big kids like us need a lot of space to play Blowin' fakes away with my man Mos Def Of course Primo on the track Rock the streets no vest So don't test Cause you could catch a bad one I turn y'all happy camper rappers into sad ones Always bless you with a new joint Shit you never heard I need a place to lay low bro Cause this one is murder [Macy] My baby works down at the boulevard cafe Just a fine young man with big dreams Trying to make his own way The owner is this mean ol' bitch Who degrades him everyday Then she fires him for no reason Don't wanna give him his last pay, hey I've committed murder and I think I've got away Hiding at my mother's house Come get me right away right away I have no intention of paying for my crime, don't fear Gonna get the next plane outta here and fly away When he's down it breaks my heart to see him So I figured I'd talk to her woman to woman I walk in and she countin' her cash Got so much cash her office looks like a green pasture I said, "give him the little bit of money you owe him" She said "get back bitch I ain't givin you shit" I said "you ol' bag, maybe you ain't heard But them are fighting words" I've committed murder and I think I've got away Hiding at my mother's house Come get me right away right away I have no intention of paying for my crime, don't fear Gonna get the next plane outta here and fly away [Mos Def] Yo puttin' a maximum effort towards minimum wage It bring the stillest waters up ? And I don't feel bad about it My boss slippin' steady Try-na treat a brother any old typical way He-he-hey that ain't the way I'm living today Give me my last week check and let me bounce up and skate That's when she said "I ain't giving you not one thin dime" So she made me wanna switch into my criminal mind She sittin' back in her office countin' major dough And don't wanna give a young man the pay she owe As soon as I got on the horn and called Macy yo "Like yo this crazy ho try-na play me low" Macy beemed on the scene with both hands on deck Like respect your debt or protect your neck But old chick got bold and said what you gon' do Macy reached for the tool made a holla like Ja Rule And I was like "Oh shit! Relax don't flip" But ol' chick got slick Macy let off a whole clip You crazy you know Leva ain't free Snatched the cash and made a dash like OJ and AC and we out Yo! I didn't know you had a gun (Ha! Ha! Ha! What you think it's funny (Look at all this money) But damn you went and shot her in the tummy (Look at all these papers) But we ain't have to got pull a birdie cape To help me the old maid meet her maker (Your maker that rhymes with Jamaica) You better bounce before our face be in the paper Yeah be locked up in the bing is not the flavor [Macy] With a suitcase full of money We flew to a Jamaican paradise One thing I've learned through all of this is Having money sure is nice Me and my baby got married He's working hard to make his dreams come true As far as regrets I don't have any Would you? I've committed murder and I think I've got away Hiding at my mother's house Come get me right away right away I have no intention of paying for my crime, don't fear Gonna get the next plane outta here and fly away (Repeat w/ Mos Def singing) And I don't feel bad about it (Fly away) And I don't feel bad about it (Fly away) And I don't feel bad about it (Fly away) Oh, oh shobee-do-bop
