*featuring Canibus, R. Kelly, Khadejiah Bass
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[Wyclef Jean]
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Tell me how you like it
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Right about now I know y'all diggin this, so just...
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turn up, your radio wherever you at
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We about to bring it
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This is Wyclef Jean up here ("Word to Wyclef" - Busta Rhymes)
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With Canibus workin the night shift ("Word to Wyclef")
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Yo, we want all the ladies to put your hands in the air ("Word to Wyclef")
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and sing this song with us ("Word to Wyclef")
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Yo, R. Kelly, ya ready? Come on
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[R. Kelly]
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Now everytime I make a run (uh-huh, uh-huh)
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Girl, you turn around and cry
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I ask myself oh, why ohhh why... (uh-huh, uh-huh)
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See you've got to understand
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I can't work a nine to five
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So I'll be gone... til November
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[Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass]
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Tell me say Michelle, my belle
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Yo I'll be gone til November
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Standin on the block where the spot get hot, selling rocks
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Guaranteed to get set up, by crooked cop
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Michelle, my belle (you was wrong)
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I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song
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Forgive me when I'm gone, me and Canibus
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we workin the night shift, shift, shift
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[Wyclef Jean]
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I got it made, hey last word from the hustler
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Hey, young 'Clef, take care of your mother
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Looked at him and replied, "Yo, daddy where you goin?"
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He said, "To Baltimore," he'll be back in the mornin
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Gave my mom a hug for her soul when she cry
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Every man want heaven, no man want die
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Vanished through the door, all I saw was his shadow
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Heard mom echo, "I don't wanna be a widow"
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That's when I realized, death was ahead
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Old man pulled off, in a black caravan
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With some dark skinned brothers who looked Sicilian
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singing Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Cha-me-leon
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[Prazwell/Dirty Cash]
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Yeah, yeah, check it, can't stop the shinin
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You wanna stop the shinin? No doubt, ahh
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[Wyclef Jean]
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Everytime I make a run (uh-huh, uh-huh)
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Girl, you turn around and cry (uh-huh, uh-huh)
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I ask myself why, oh why (you need muscle for da hustle)
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See you must understand (uh-huh, uh-huh)
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I can't work a nine to five (uh-huh, uh-huh)
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So I'll be gone, til November (uh-huh, uh-huh)
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[Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass]
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Tell me say Michelle, my belle
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Yo, I'll be gone til November
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Standing on the block where the spot get hot selling rocks
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Guaranteed to get set up by a crooked cop
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Tell me say Michelle, my belle (you was wrong)
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I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song
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Forgive me when I'm gone, me and Canibus (soooo wronnnng)
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we workin the night shift, shift, shift
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[Canibus]
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Me and 'Clef, we ready to get it on, the three and a half pound
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organ imbedded in our skulls is what makes us better than y'all
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I'm telling you God, ain't nobody reppin this hard since Genghis Khan
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We raise Hell til the heavens fall
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Me and my Fugee affiliates buildin, wit plans to make millions
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over a quiet game of billiards
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Black Sicilians, the descendants of West Indian pilgrims
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With the power to collapse buildings
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Riding across the ocean floor like Poseidon on a seahorse
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to reach our overseas tours
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By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
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in my lady's placenta, I'll be gone 'till November (come on)
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[R. Kelly + Wyclef]
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Now everytime I make a run
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Girl, you turn around and cry (uh-huh, uh-huh)
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I ask myself oh why, oh why (you need muscle for the hustle, uh-huh)
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See you've got to understand (uh-huh)
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I can't work a nine to five (uh-huh)
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So I'll be gone, til November
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[Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass]
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Tell me say Michelle, my belle
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Yo I'll be gone til November
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Standin on the block where the spot get hot, selling rocks
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Guaranteed to get set up by a crooked cop
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Michelle, my belle (you was wrong)
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I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song
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Forgive me when I'm gone, me and Canibus
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we workin the night shift, shift, shift
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(Are you a) S-O, S-O
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(A meanine) so-so, so-so
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[Wyclef Jean]
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You gave the feds more info than Sammy "The Bull" Gravano
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Jeremiah wore the wire, snitch on Zachariah
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In return the feds offer the throne to Neb'kenezer
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[Canibus]
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Trust me, you don't wanna be the one we bring it to
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Our lyrical, can make your rap careers real miserable
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You ain't invincible all we g
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Gone Til November (The Makin' Runs Remix)
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| Wyclef Jean |
