Gone Till November (feat. R. Kelly & Canibus) [The Makin' Runs Remix]

Tell me how you like it

Right about now I know y'all 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 you've got to understand

I can't work a nine to five

So I'll be Gone Till November

Tell me say Michelle, my belle

Yo I'll be Gone Till 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 it's wrong, I wrote this rap song

Forgive me when I'm gone, me and Canibus

We working 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," he'll 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 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 brothers who looked Sicilian

Singing Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleon

Yeah, yeah, check it, can't 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 can't work a nine to five (uh-huh, uh-huh)

So I'll be Gone Till November (uh-huh, uh-huh)

Tell me say Michelle, my belle

Yo, I'll be Gone Till 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 it's wrong, I wrote this rap song

Forgive me when I'm gone, me and Canibus (soooo wronnnng)

We workin the night shift, shift, shift

Me and Clef, we ready to get it on

The 3 and a half pound organ imbedded in our skulls is what makes us better than y'all

I'm telling you god, ain't nobody reppin' this hard

Since Genghis Khan, we raise hell till the heavens fall

Me and my Fugee affiliates buildin'

With 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 lady's placenta

I'll 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 you've got to understand (uh-huh)

I can't work a nine to five (uh-huh)

So I'll be Gone Till November

Tell me say Michelle, my belle

Yo I'll be Gone Till 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 it's wrong I wrote this rap song

Forgive me when I'm 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 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

Like Jay-Z, "pa-pa's," someone pass the gauze

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 you've got to understand

I can't work a 9 to 5

So I'll be gone, til November...