911 (Feat. Mary J. Blige)

Yo, what up, this Wyclef with Mary J
I'm 'bout to 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 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 appear
Only to you, I would reveal my tears
See, 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 (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
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 (I just got shot down)
And it's piercin' through my soul
(I'm losin' blood' yo)
Feel my body gettin' cold (so cold, 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
Yeah, yeah, yeah