Gone Till November

[Wyclef]
Tell me how you like it man
Right 'bout now I know ya'll are diggin' this
So just turn up your radio
Where ever you at
We 'bout to bring it

This is Wycleff Jean up here
With Canibus workin' the night shift

Yo, we want all the ladies to put your hands in the air
And sing this song wit us
Yo, R. Kelly, ya ready? Come on

[R.Kelly]
Now everytime I make a run
Girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself oh why, oh why (uh huh, uh huh)
See you've got to understand
I can't work a 9 to 5
So I'll be gone 'till November

[Wyclef]
Tell me say Michelle, my belle
Yo, I be gone 'till November
Standin' on the block where the spot get hot
Selling rocks, guarateed to get set up by a crooked cop
Michelle, my belle
I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song
Forgive me when I'm gone
Me and Canibus, we workin' the night shift, shift, shift

[Canibus]
I got it made
Pay last word from the hustler
Hey, young 'Cleff, take care of your motha'
Looked at him and replied yo, daddy where you goin'?
He said, to Baltimore, he'll be back in the mornin'
Gave my mom a hug for her soul when she cry
Every man want heaven, no man wanna die

Vanished through the door
All I saw was his shadow
Heard mom echo, I don't wanna be a widow
That's when I realized, death was ahead
Old man pulled off in a black caravan
With some dark skinned brotha's who looked Sicilian
Soon there'll come a, come a, come a, come a, come a chameleon
(Yeah, yeah, check it, can't stop)
(The shinin', you wanna stop the shinin'? vo via eye)

[Wyclef]
Everytime I make a run
Girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself why, oh why (you need muscle for da hustle)
See you must understand
I can't work a 9 to 5 (uh huh, uh huh)
So I'll be gone 'till November (uh huh, uh huh)

[R.Kelly]
Tell me say Michelle, my belle

[Wyclef]
Yo, I'll be gone 'till November
Standing on the block where the spot get hot
Selling rocks, guarateed to get set up by a crooked cop

[R.Kelly]
Tell me say Michelle, my belle

[Wyclef]
I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song
Forgive me when I'm gone
Me and Canibus we workin' the night shift, shift, shift

[Canibus]
Me and 'Cleff, we ready to get it on
The three and a half pound organ' it better than our scores
Is what makes us better than ya'll, I'm telling you God
Ain't nobody rappin' this hard since Genghis Khan
We raise hell 'till the heaven's fall
Me and my Fugee affiliates building wit plans to make millions
Over a quiet game of billiards
Black Sicilians, the descendants of West Indian pilgrims
With the power to collapse buildings
Riding across the ocean floor like Poseidon on a seahorse
To reach our overseas tours
By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
And my lady's placenta
I'll be gone 'till November (come on)

[R.Kelly]
Now everytime I make a run
Girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself oh why, oh why (you need muscle for the hustle)
See you've got to understand
I can't work a 9 to 5
So I'll be gone 'till November

[Wyclef]
Tell me say Michelle, my belle
Yo, I be gone 'till November
Standing on the block where the spot get hot
Selling rocks, guarateed to get set up by a crooked cop

Michelle, my belle
I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song
Forgive me when I'm gone
Me and Canibus we workin' the night shift, shift, shift

[Youssou N' Dour]
Are You (S-O, S-O)
How many (So so, so so)

[Canibus]
You gave the feds more info than Sammy "The Bull" Provano
Jeremiah wore the wire, snitch on Zechariah
In return the feds offer the thone to Nebuchadnezzar
Trust me, you don't wanna be the one we bring it to
Our lyrical can make your rap careers real miserable
You ain't invincible, all we gotta do is get pissed at you
Point you out to some people that'll physically injure you
It's like Lord, take this ass whippin' some more
I like J-Z put pause, someone pass the guaze

[R.Kelly]
Now everytime I make a run
Girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself oh why, oh why (you need muscle for the hustle)
See you've got to understand
I can't work a 9 to 5
So I'll be gone 'till November

[Wyclef]
Tell me say Michelle, my belle
Yo, I be gone 'till November
Standing on the block where the spot get hot
Selling rocks, guarateed to get set up by a crooked cop

Tell me say Michelle, my belle
I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song
Forgive me when I'm gone
Me and Canibus we workin' the night shift, shift, shift

Shake it
Brooklyn, shake it
Jersey, shake it
L.A, shake it
Wyclef and Canibus, it don't stop
Down south

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