Everytime I make a run, girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself why, oh why
See, you must understand I can?t work a 9 till 5 So I?ll be gone till November
Said I?ll be gone till November
Yo, tell my girl, yo, I?ll be gone till November
I?ll be gone till november, I?ll be gone till November
Yo, tell my girl, yo, I?ll be gone till November
January, February, March, April, May I see you crying, but girl I can?t stay
I?ll be gone till November, I?ll be gone till November
And give a kiss to my mother When i come back, there?ll be no need to clock
I?ll have anough money to buy out blocks
Tell my brother:"Go to school in September"
So he won't mess up in summer school in the summer
Tell my cousin, Jerry, wear his condom
If you don't wear condom, you'll see a red lump
Woh oh oh oh
You sucker MC's, you got no flow
I heard your style, you're s-o s-o I had to flip nuttingand turn it into something
Hip-hop turns to the future rock when I smash a punk (BING!)
Commit treason, then I'll have a reason to hunt you down
It's only right, it's rapping season
Yeah, you with the loud voice, posing like you're top choice
Your voice, I'll make a hearse out of your Rolls Royce
Besides, I got my girl to remember
And I'll commit it that I'll be back in November I know the hustle's hard, but we gotta enterprise, the carnival.
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