Gone Til November (The Makin' Runs Remix) - Viewed 42 times

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 Yo, R. Kelly, ya ready? Come on Girl, you turn around and cry See you've got to understand I can't work a nine to five So I'll be gone... til November 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 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 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 Yeah, yeah, check it, can't stop the shinin You wanna stop the shinin? No doubt, ahh 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 I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song we workin the night shift, shift, shift 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 Now everytime I make a run So I'll be gone, til November 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 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 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 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 Like Jay-Z, "pa-pa's," someone pass the guaze Girl, you turn around and cry See you've got to understand I can't work a 9 to 5 So I'll be gone, til November...