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 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

Messin' around with you is gonna get me life

But when I look into your eyes

You're worth that sacrafice

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

Somone please call 911 (pick up the phone yo)

The alleged assailaint, 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 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 everytime I look into your eyes

Then it's worth the sacrifice If this is the kind of love that your mom used to warn you about

Man, we are in trouble

You're in real big 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 trouble

You got anything to say, girl? Someone please call 911, yeah yeah (pick up the phone yo)

Tell them I just got shot down

And it's piercin through my soul (I'm losin blood yo)

Feel my body gettin cold Someone please call 911 (can you do that for me)

The alleged assailaint, 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