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 love you

And no matter how tough, I wouldn't dare

Only to you I would reveal my tears

See, tell the police I ain't home tonight

Messin' around with you is gonna get me life

But when I look into your eyes, man

You're worth that sacrifice, yeah, yeah

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 (So cold, so 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, yeah, yeah (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 (Why)

Messin' around with me is gonna get you life

Oh yeah, yeah

But every time I look into your eyes

Man, it's worth the sacrifice, ooh

Yeah, yeah

If this is the kind of love that your mom used to warn you about

Mary, you're in trouble (I'm in real big trouble)

You're in real big trouble (Lord knows I'm in trouble, yeah)

If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about (Every day, every night)

I'm in trouble (I'm in real big trouble)

I'm in real big trouble (Oh-ooh)

You got anything to say, girl?

Someone please call 911, yeah, yeah (Pick up the phone yo)

Tell them I just got shot down, tell them I just got shot down

And it's piercin' through my soul (I'm losin blood, yo)

Feel my body gettin' cold, ah, so cold (So cold)

Someone please call 911 (Can you do that for me?)

The alleged assailant was five foot one (Woo)

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 (So cold), he didn't wonder (So cold)

Wyclef and Mary J. Blige (Oh, ah-ah)

I'm feelin' you, girl (Oh-oh-oh)

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah