Wyclef:
Yo, what up, this Wyclef with Mary J.
I serenade the girls with my acoustic guitar
You know what I'm sayin'? (ohh oh ohh)
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 (hmm mmm)
If death comes for me tonight, girl
I want you to know that I love 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
Messing around with you is gonna 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
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 getting 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 getting cold
Mary J. Blige:
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 hmmmmm mmmm
I told the cops you wasn't here tonight (right)
Messing 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
Wyclef:
Yeah, yeah
If this is the kind of love that your mom used to warn you about (hmm mm)
Mary, I'm 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 yeah)
I'm in trouble (I'm in real big trouble)
I'm in real big trouble (ohhh)
You got anything to say, girl?
Mary J. Blige:
Someone please call 911, yeah yeah (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 yall)
Feel my body getting cold
Ohhhh
Wyclef:
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 getting cold
(He didn't care, he didn't worry, he didn't wonder..)
Wyclef and Mary J. Blige
I'm feeling you girl
I understand
Mary J. Blige:
And you're doing, what you're doing, would you do it
and do it and do it and do it for me