Tell me how you like it
Right about now I know yall diggin this, so just...
turn up, your radio wherever you at
We about to bring it
This is Wyclef Jean up here ("Word to Wyclef" - Busta Rhymes)
With Canibus workin the night shift ("Word to Wyclef")
Yo, we want all the ladies to put your hands in the air ("Word to Wyclef")
and sing this song with us ("Word to Wyclef")
Yo, R. Kelly, ya ready? Come on
Now everytime I make a run (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself oh, why ohhh why... (uh-huh, uh-huh)
See youve got to understand
I cant work a nine to five
So Ill be gone... til November
Tell me say Michelle, my belle
Yo Ill be gone til November
Standin on the block where the spot get hot, selling rocks
Guaranteed to get set up, by crooked cop
Michelle, my belle (you was wrong)
I know its wrong, I wrote this rap song
Forgive me when Im gone, me and Canibus
we workin the night shift, shift, shift
I got it made, hey last word from the hustler
Hey, young Clef, take care of your mother
Looked at him and replied, "Yo, daddy where you goin?"
He said, "To Baltimore," hell be back in the mornin
Gave my mom a hug for her soul when she cry
Every man want heaven, no man want die
Vanished through the door, all I saw was his shadow
Heard mom echo, "I dont wanna be a widow"
Thats when I realized, death was ahead
Old man pulled off, in a black caravan
With some dark skinned brothers who looked Sicilian
singing Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Cha-me-leon
Yeah, yeah, check it, cant stop the shinin
You wanna stop the shinin? No doubt, ahh
Everytime I make a run (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Girl, you turn around and cry (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I ask myself why, oh why (you need muscle for da hustle)
See you must understand (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I cant work a nine to five (uh-huh, uh-huh)
So Ill be gone, til November (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Tell me say Michelle, my belle
Yo, Ill be gone til November
Standing on the block where the spot get hot selling rocks
Guaranteed to get set up by a crooked cop
Tell me say Michelle, my belle (you was wrong)
I know its wrong, I wrote this rap song
Forgive me when Im gone, me and Canibus (soooo wronnnng)
we workin the night shift, shift, shift
Me and Clef, we ready to get it on, the three and a half pound
organ imbedded in our skulls is what makes us better than yall
Im telling you God, aint nobody reppin this hard since Genghis Khan
We raise Hell til the heavens fall
Me and my Fugee affiliates buildin, 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
in my ladys placenta, Ill be gone till November (come on)
Now everytime I make a run
Girl, you turn around and cry (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I ask myself oh why, oh why (you need muscle for the hustle, uh-huh)
See youve got to understand (uh-huh)
I cant work a nine to five (uh-huh)
So Ill be gone, til November
Tell me say Michelle, my belle
Yo Ill be gone til November
Standin on the block where the spot get hot, selling rocks
Guaranteed to get set up by a crooked cop
Michelle, my belle (you was wrong)
I know its wrong, I wrote this rap song
Forgive me when Im gone, me and Canibus
we workin the night shift, shift, shift
(Are you a) S-O, S-O
(A meanine) so-so, so-so
You gave the feds more info than Sammy "The Bull" Gravano
Jeremiah wore the wire, snitch on Zachariah
In return the feds offer the throne to Nebkenezer
Trust me, you dont wanna be the one we bring it to
Our lyrical, can make your rap careers real miserable
You aint invincible all we gotta do is get pissed at you
Point you out to some people thatll physically injure you
Its like Lord, take this ass whippin some more
Like Jay-Z, "pa-pas," someone pass the guaze
Now everytime I make a run (uh-huh)
Girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself oh why, oh why (you need muscle for the hustle)
See youve got to understand
I cant work a 9 to 5
So Ill be gone, til November...
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