911 (feat. Mary J. Blige)

Yo, what up, this Wyclef with Mary J.

I'm 'bout to serenade these 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 say these words 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 gon' get me life

But when I look into your eyes

Man, you're worth that sacrifice

Ay, ay

If this is the kinda love that my mom used to warn me about

Man, I'm in trouble, I'm in real big trouble

If this is the kinda 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, y'all)

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, y'all)

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

Someone please call 911 (Pick up the phone, y'all)

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, yeah

It's 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 every time I look into your eyes

Man, it's worth the sacrifice

If this is the kinda 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)

If this is the kinda 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, y'all)

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, y'all)

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

(He didn't care, he didn't worry, he didn't wonder)

(Whoa, oh) Wyclef and Mary J. Blige

I'm feelin' you, girl (Whoa), I understand

(Can you do it? Will you do it?)

(Would you do it and do it, and do, and do it for me?)