I've Committed Murder

Another gangstarr remix, tailor made for Macy Gray
 Big kids like us need a lot of space to play
 I'm 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
 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
 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 money you owe him"
 She said, "Get back, bitch, I ain't givin' you shit"
 I said, "You ol' bag, 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
 I have no intention of paying for my crime, don't fear
 Gonna get the next plane outta here and fly away
 Yo, puttin' a maximum effort for minimum wage
 You bring the stillest waters up to a simmering rage
 My boss slippin' steady, [Incomprehensible]
 Tryna 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"
 And 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 tryna 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
 Then she said, "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
 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
 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
 I have no intention of paying for my crime, don't fear
 Gonna get the next plane outta here and fly away
 I've committed murder and I think I've got away
 Hiding at my mother's house, come get me right away
 I have no intention of paying for my crime, don't fear
 Gonna get the next plane outta here and fly away
 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
 And I don't feel bad about it