911

Yo, what's up, this is Wyclef wit Mary J I'm bout to serenade the girls wit my acoustic guitars You know what I'm sayin? Yo Fellas, havin problem wit the chicks? I want you right now to turn the lights down low Pull ya 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 would've dared Only to you, I would reveal my tears So tell the police I ain't home tonight Messin around wit you is gone get me life But when I look into ya eye, man You worth that sacrifice (hey, hey) If this is the kind of love that my mom use to worn me about Man, I'm in trouble, I'm in real big trouble If this is the kind of love that the old folks use to warn me about Man, I'm in trouble, I'm in real big trouble I need yaw'll to do me a favor Someone please call 911 (pick up the phone yo) Tell them I've just been shot down and the bullet's in my heart And it's piercin thru my soul (I'm losin blood yo) Feel my body getting cold (so cold, so cold) Someone please call 911 (pick up the phone yo) The alleged assailant is 5 foot 1 And she shot me thru my soul Feel my body getting 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 wit you girl Yeah, yeah And every breath I fight to take It's as hard as these four walls I wanna break Hmmm, I told the cops you wasn't here tonight Word Messin around wit me is gonna get you life, oh yeah, yeah But every time I look into your eyes, man it's worth the sacrifice (Hmmmm) yeah, yeah If this is the kind of love that ya mom use to warn you about (Hmmmm) Mary, you're in trouble (I'm in real bit 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 use to warn me about (Everyday, every night) Man I'm in trouble (I'm in real big trouble) I'm in real big trouble (ooooh) you got anything to say, girl Someone please call 911 (yeah, yeah, yeah) Pick up the phone yo Tell them I've just got shot down Tell them I've just got shot down And it's piercin thru my soul I'm losin blood yaw'll Feel my body getting cold, so cold Someone please call 911 (can you do that for me) The alleged assailant is 5 foot 1 And she shot me thru my soul (and he shot me thru my heart) Feel my body getting cold (he didn't care, he didn't worry, he didn't wonder Oh, eah, eah) Wyclef and Mary J. Blige, I'm feelin you girl I understand Can you do it, will you do it, would you do it Do it Do it Do it Do it for me