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