feat. R. Kelly & Wyclef Jean
  
  [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 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, till November...