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