I`ve Committed Murder (gangstarr Remix) Lyrics

I`ve Committed Murder (gangstarr Remix) lyrics

f/ Gangstarr & Mos Def

 

 [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!