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Touch My Soul: The Finest of Black Music, Vol. 12
Disc 1
01. No, No, No (Part 1)
02. Gone Till November
03. Stranded
04. The City Is Mine
05. What You Want
06. It’s True
07. Don’t Rush (Take Love Slowly)
08. Bring It On
09. Round and Round We Go
10. Caravan of Love (single edit)
11. Strictly Rollin’
12. No One (No One’s Gonna Love You)
13. Shorty (You Keep Playin’ with My Mind)
14. How Could You Walk Away
15. Lovely Daze
16. Believe in Me
17. This Is Not America
18. Dirty Money
19. Turn It Up
Disc 2
01. Can’t U Ce
02. Honey Luv
03. Freak Me
04. The Line
05. Hero Dead and Gone
06. Seven Days
07. I Still Love You
08. I’ll Say Goodbye
09. Only You
10. Rhythm of Love
11. Summer
12. Get Up
13. Playa Man
14. Runaway Love
15. Use Me
16. From Me to You
17. Still Not a Player
18. How We Livin’
19. Too Many Nights (The Vibes)
I dedicate this record the carnival to all you brothers takin' long trips
Down south, Virginia, Baltimore all round the world
And your girl gets this message that you ain't comin' back
She sittin' back in her room, da lights is off
She's cryin', and then my voice comes in pow
And in the middle of the night and this is what I tell her for you

Every time 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 nine to five
So I'll be gone till November

Said I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November
You tell my girl I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November
I'll be gone 'til November, you tell my girl yo I'll be gone till November
January, February, March, April, May
I see you cryin' but girl I can't stay
I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November
And give a kiss to my motha'

When I come back there be no time to clock
I'll have enough money to buy out the Glocks
Tell my brotha' 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 see a red line, oh oh oh oh
Oh, you sucka' M.C's you got no flow
I heard ya style you S O, S O

Every time 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 to 5
So I'll be gone till November

Said I'll be gone till November I'll be gone till November
You tell my girl I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November
I'll be gone 'til November, you tell my girl yo I'll be gone till November
January, February, March, April, May
I see you cryin' but girl I can't stay

I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November
And give a kiss to my motha'
I had to flick nothin' and turn it in to somethin'
Hip-Hop turns to the future of rock when I smash a pumpkin
Commit treason now I have a reason
To hunt you down it's only right its rappers season, yeah you
With the loud voice posin' like your top choice

I make a hertz out of ya rolls Royce
Besides I got my girl to remember and I committed that
I'll be back in November
Every time 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 nine to five
So I'll be gone till November
Said I'll be gone till November I'll be gone till November
You tell my girl I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November
I'll be gone 'til November, you tell my girl yo I'll be gone till November
January, February, March, April, May
I see you cryin' but girl I can't stay
I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November
And give a kiss to my motha'
I know the hustleâs hard, but we gotta enterprise, the carnival