Gone Till November Lyrics

Gone Till November lyrics

[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 sample) 
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... till November 
 
[Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass] 
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 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 
 
[Pras/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, till November (uh-huh, uh-huh) 
 
[Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass] 
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 
 
[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, till November 
 
[Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass] 
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 
 
[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 as* 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, till November...