R. Kelly - Gone Til November (The Makin' Runs Remix) 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) 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 Ba**] 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, d**h 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 Ba**] 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 Ba**] 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 a** whippin some more Like Jay-Z, "pa-pa's," someone pa** 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...