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