Tell me how you like it man
 Right 'bout now I know ya'll are diggin' this
 So just turn up your radio
 Where ever you at
 We 'bout to bring it

 This is Wyclef Jean up here
 With Canibus workin' the night shift

 Yo, we want all the ladies to put your hands in the air
 And sing this song wit us
 Yo, R. Kelly, ya ready?  Come on

 [R. Kelly]
 Now everytime I make a run
 Girl, you turn around and cry
 I ask myself oh why, oh why (uh huh, uh huh)
 See you've got to understand
 I can't work a 9 to 5
 So I'll be gone 'till November

 [Wyclef]
 Tell me say Michelle, my belle
 Yo, I 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
 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

 [Canibus]
 I got it made
 Pay last word from the hustler
 Hey, young 'Cleff, take care of your motha'
 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 wanna 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 brotha's who looked Sicilian
 Soon there'll come a, come a, come a, come a, come a chameleon
 (Yeah, yeah, check it, can't stop)
 (The shinin', you wanna stop the shinin'? vo via eye)

 [Wyclef]
 Everytime I make a run
 Girl, you turn around and cry
 I ask myself why, oh why (you need muscle for da hustle)
 See you must understand
 I can't work a 9 to 5 (uh huh, uh huh)
 So I'll be gone 'till November (uh huh, uh huh)

 [R.Kelly]
 Tell me say Michelle, my belle

 [Wyclef]
 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

 [R.Kelly]
 Tell me say Michelle, my belle

 [Wyclef]
 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

 [Canibus]
 Me and 'Cleff, we ready to get it on
 The three and a half pound organ embedded in our skull
 Is what makes us better than ya'll, I'm telling you God
 Ain't nobody rappin' this hard since Genghis Khan
 We raise hell 'till the heaven's fall
 Me and my Fugee affiliates building 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
 And my lady's placenta
 I'll be gone 'till November (come on)

 [R.Kelly]
 Now everytime I make a run
 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

 [Wyclef]
 Tell me say Michelle, my belle
 Yo, I be gone 'till November
 Standing on the block where the spot get hot
 Selling rocks, guaranteed to get set up by a crooked cop

 Michelle, my belle
 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

 [Youssou N' Dour]
 Are You (S-O, S-O)
 How many (So so, so so)

 [Canibus]
 You gave the feds more info than Sammy "The Bull" Provano
 Jeremiah wore the wire, snitch on Zechariah
 In return the feds offer the thone 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
 I like J-Z put pause, someone pass the guaze

 [R.Kelly]
 Now everytime I make a run
 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

 [Wyclef]
 Tell me say Michelle, my belle
 Yo, I 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
 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

 Shake it
 Brooklyn, shake it
 Jersey, shake it
 L.A, shake it
 Wyclef and Canibus, it don't stop
 Down south