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(Wyclef Jean) |
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Tell me how you like it |
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Right about now I know y'all diggin this, so just... |
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turn up, your radio wherever you at |
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We about to bring it |
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This is Wyclef Jean up here ("Word to Wyclef" - Busta Rhymes) |
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With Canibus workin the night shift ("Word to Wyclef") |
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Yo, we want all the ladies to put your hands in the air ("Word to Wyclef") |
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and sing this song with us ("Word to Wyclef") |
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Yo, R. Kelly, ya ready? Come on |
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(R. Kelly) |
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Now everytime I make a run (uh-huh, uh-huh) |
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Girl, you turn around and cry |
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I ask myself oh, why ohhh why... (uh-huh, uh-huh) |
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See you've got to understand |
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I can't work a nine to five |
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So I'll be gone... til November |
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(Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass) |
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Tell me say Michelle, my belle |
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Yo I'll be gone til November |
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Standin on the block where the spot get hot, selling rocks |
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Guaranteed to get set up, by crooked cop |
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Michelle, my belle (you was wrong) |
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I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song |
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Forgive me when I'm gone, me and Canibus |
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we workin the night shift, shift, shift |
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(Wyclef Jean) |
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I got it made, hey last word from the hustler |
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Hey, young 'Clef, take care of your mother |
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Looked at him and replied, "Yo, daddy where you goin?" |
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He said, "To Baltimore," he'll be back in the mornin |
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Gave my mom a hug for her soul when she cry |
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Every man want heaven, no man want die |
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Vanished through the door, all I saw was his shadow |
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Heard mom echo, "I don't wanna be a widow" |
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That's when I realized, death was ahead |
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Old man pulled off, in a black caravan |
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With some dark skinned brothers who looked Sicilian |
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singing Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Cha-me-leon |
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(Prazwell/Dirty Cash) |
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Yeah, yeah, check it, can't stop the shinin |
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You wanna stop the shinin? No doubt, ahh |
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(Wyclef Jean) |
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Everytime I make a run (uh-huh, uh-huh) |
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Girl, you turn around and cry (uh-huh, uh-huh) |
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I ask myself why, oh why (you need muscle for da hustle) |
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See you must understand (uh-huh, uh-huh) |
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I can't work a nine to five (uh-huh, uh-huh) |
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So I'll be gone, til November (uh-huh, uh-huh) |
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(Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass) |
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Tell me say Michelle, my belle |
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Yo, I'll be gone til November |
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Standing on the block where the spot get hot selling rocks |
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Guaranteed to get set up by a crooked cop |
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Tell me say Michelle, my belle (you was wrong) |
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I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song |
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Forgive me when I'm gone, me and Canibus (soooo wronnnng) |
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we workin the night shift, shift, shift |
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(Canibus) |
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Me and 'Clef, we ready to get it on, the three and a half pound |
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organ imbedded in our skulls is what makes us better than y'all |
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I'm telling you God, ain't nobody reppin this hard since Genghis Khan |
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We raise Hell til the heavens fall |
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Me and my Fugee affiliates buildin, wit plans to make millions |
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over a quiet game of billiards |
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Black Sicilians, the descendants of West Indian pilgrims |
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With the power to collapse buildings |
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Riding across the ocean floor like Poseidon on a seahorse |
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to reach our overseas tours |
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By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts |
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in my lady's placenta, I'll be gone 'till November (come on) |
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(R. Kelly + Wyclef) |
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Now everytime I make a run |
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Girl, you turn around and cry (uh-huh, uh-huh) |
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I ask myself oh why, oh why (you need muscle for the hustle, uh-huh) |
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See you've got to understand (uh-huh) |
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I can't work a nine to five (uh-huh) |
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So I'll be gone, til November |
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(Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass) |
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Tell me say Michelle, my belle |
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Yo I'll be gone til November |
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Standin on the block where the spot get hot, selling rocks |
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Guaranteed to get set up by a crooked cop |
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Michelle, my belle (you was wrong) |
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I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song |
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Forgive me when I'm gone, me and Canibus |
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we workin the night shift, shift, shift |
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(Are you a) S-O, S-O |
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(A meanine) so-so, so-so |
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(Wyclef Jean) |
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You gave the feds more info than Sammy "The Bull" Gravano |
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Jeremiah wore the wire, snitch on Zachariah |
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In return the feds offer the throne to Neb'kenezer |
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(Canibus) |
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Trust me, you don't wanna be the one we bring it to |
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Our lyrical, can make your rap careers real miserable |
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You ain't invincible all we gotta do is get pissed at you |
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Point you out to some people that'll physically injure you |
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(Wyclef Jean) |
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It's like Lord, take this ass whippin some more |
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Like Jay-Z, "pa-pa's," someone pass the guaze |
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(R. Kelly + Wyclef) |
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Now everytime I make a run (uh-huh) |
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Girl, you turn around and cry |
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I ask myself oh why, oh why (you need muscle for the hustle) |
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See you've got to understand |
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I can't work a 9 to 5 |
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So I'll be gone, til November... |