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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