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  • (Wyclef Jean)
    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
    (R. Kelly)
    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... til November
    (Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass)
    Tell me say Michelle, my belle
    Yo I'll 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 it's wrong, I wrote this rap song
    Forgive me when I'm gone, me and Canibus
    we workin the night shift, shift, shift
    (Wyclef Jean)
    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 Cha-me-leon
    (Prazwell/Dirty Cash)
    Yeah, yeah, check it, can't stop the shinin
    You wanna stop the shinin? No doubt, ahh
    (Wyclef Jean)
    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, til November (uh-huh, uh-huh)
    (Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass)
    Tell me say Michelle, my belle
    Yo, I'll 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 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
    (Canibus)
    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 y'all
    I'm telling you God, ain't 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 lady's placenta, I'll be gone 'till November (come on)
    (R. Kelly + Wyclef)
    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, til November
    (Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass)
    Tell me say Michelle, my belle
    Yo I'll 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 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
    (Wyclef Jean)
    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 Neb'kenezer
    (Canibus)
    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
    (Wyclef Jean)
    It's like Lord, take this ass whippin some more
    Like Jay-Z, "pa-pa's," someone pass the guaze
    (R. Kelly + Wyclef)
    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...
  • (Wyclef Jean)
    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
    (R. Kelly)
    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... til November
    (Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass)
    Tell me say Michelle, my belle
    Yo I'll 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 it's wrong, I wrote this rap song
    Forgive me when I'm gone, me and Canibus
    we workin the night shift, shift, shift
    (Wyclef Jean)
    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 Cha-me-leon
    (Prazwell/Dirty Cash)
    Yeah, yeah, check it, can't stop the shinin
    You wanna stop the shinin? No doubt, ahh
    (Wyclef Jean)
    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, til November (uh-huh, uh-huh)
    (Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass)
    Tell me say Michelle, my belle
    Yo, I'll 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 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
    (Canibus)
    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 y'all
    I'm telling you God, ain't 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 lady's placenta, I'll be gone 'till November (come on)
    (R. Kelly + Wyclef)
    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, til November
    (Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass)
    Tell me say Michelle, my belle
    Yo I'll 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 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
    (Wyclef Jean)
    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 Neb'kenezer
    (Canibus)
    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
    (Wyclef Jean)
    It's like Lord, take this ass whippin some more
    Like Jay-Z, "pa-pa's," someone pass the guaze
    (R. Kelly + Wyclef)
    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...