Wyclef Jean Feat. Mary J. Blige 911

Yo, what up, this Wyclef with Mary J.
I serenade the girls with my accoustic 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
Man, you're worth that sacrafice
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 piercing through my soul
(I'm losing blood, yo)
Feel my body gettin' cold(so cold, so cold)
Somone please call 911
(pick up the phone, yo)
The alleged assalaint
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)
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
(allright)
Messin' around with me is gonna get you life
Oh yeah, yeah
But everytime I look into your eyes
Man, it's worth the sacrifice
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)
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
You got anything to say, girl?
Someone please call 911
(pick up the phone, yo)
Tell them I just got shot down (Tell them I just got shot down)
And it's piercing through my soul
(I'm losing blood, yo)
Feel my body getting cold (so cold, so cold)
Someone please call 911
Can you do that for me?
The alleged assalaint
Was five foot, one
And she shot me through my soul (and he shot me through my heart)
Feel my body getting cold (He didn't care, he didn't worry, he didn't wonder)
Wyclef and Mary J. Blige
I know you're feeling me, girl
I know you understand