911 (feat. Mary J. Blige)

Yo, what up, this Wyclef with Mary J I serenade the girls with my acoustic guitar You know what I'm sayin'? Yo, fellas havin' problems with the chicks? I want you right now to turn the lights down low Pull your girl up next to you, I want you to sing this to her If death comes for me tonight, girl I want you to know that I loved you And no matter how tough I wouldn't dare Only to you, I would reveal my tears So tell the police I ain't home tonight Messin' around with you is gonna get me life But when I look into your eyes, you're worth that sacrifice (Ye, ye) If this is the kind of love that my mom used to warn me about Man, I'm in trouble, I'm in real big trouble If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about Man, I'm in trouble, I'm in real big trouble (I need y'all to do me a favor) Someone please call 911 (Pick up the phone, yo) Tell them I just been shot down and the bullet's in my heart And it's piercin' through my soul (I'm losin' blood, yo) Feel my body gettin' cold Someone please call 911 (Pick up the phone, yo) The alleged assailant is five foot one And she shot me through my soul Feel my body gettin' cold So cold, sometimes I feel like I'm a prisoner I think I'm trapped here for a while (But I'm always right here with you, girl) And every breath I fight to take Is as hard as these four walls I wanna break I told the cops you wasn't here tonight Messin' around with me is gonna get you life, oh yeah, yeah But everytime I look into your eyes, then it's worth the sacrifice If this is the kind of love that your mom used to warn you about Man, you're in trouble, you're in real big trouble If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about I'm in trouble, I'm in real big trouble You got anything to say, girl? Someone please call 911, yeah yeah (Pick up the phone, yo) Tell them I just got shot down And it's piercin' through my soul (I'm losin' blood' yo) Feel my body gettin' cold Someone please call 911 (Can you do that for me?) The alleged assailant was five foot one And she shot me through my soul (And he shot me through my heart) Feel my body gettin' cold (He didn't care, he didn't worry, he didn't wonder) Wyclef and Mary J. Blige I'm feelin' you, girl I understand And you're doin', what you're doin', would you do it And do it and do it and do it for me