911 (Feat. Mary J. Blige)

Yo what up this Wyclef with Mary J about to serenade this girls with my acoustic guitar Yo fellas having problems with your chicks I want you right now To turn the lights down low pull your girl up next to you I want to sing them this song If death comes for me tonight girl I want you to know that I loved you And though right now I tough I wouldn’t dare Only to you I would reveal my tears So tell the police I ain’t home tonight Messing around with you is gonna get me lock But when I look into your eyes eh You’re worth that sacrifice yeah yeah If this is the kind of love 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 I need ya to do me a favor Someone please call 911 Tell them I’ve just been shot down and the bullets in my heart And it’s piercing through my soul Feel my body getting cold So cold so cold Someone please call 911 The alleged is selling his five foot one And she shot me through my soul Feel my body getting cold Mary So cold Sometimes I fell like I’m a prisoner I think I’m strapped here for a while yeah yeah And every breath I fight to taaa-aake It’s as hard as the four walls I’m wan-na break I told the cops he wasn’t here tonight Messing around with me is gonna get you lock oh yeah yeah But every time I look into your eyes Man it’s worth the sacrifice uuhh If this here is the love your mother 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 I’m in trouble I’m in real big You got anything to say girl Someone please call 911 yeah yeah Tell them I’ve just I got shot down Tell them Mar just got shot down And it’s piercing through my soul (I’m losing blood) Feel my body getting cold So cold so cold Someone please call 911 (can you do that for me) The alleged is selling push 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 Mary J blige