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 wouldnÔÇÖt dare
Only to you I would reveal my tears
So tell the police I ainÔÇÖt home tonight
Messing around with you is gonna get me lock
But when I look into your eyes eh
YouÔÇÖre worth that sacrifice yeah yeah
If this is the kind of love my mom used to warn me about
Man IÔÇÖm in trouble IÔÇÖm in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about
Man IÔÇÖm in trouble IÔÇÖm in real big I need ya to do me a favor
Someone please call 911
Tell them IÔÇÖve just been shot down and the bullets in my heart
And itÔÇÖs 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 IÔÇÖm a prisoner
I think IÔÇÖm strapped here for a while yeah yeah
And every breath I fight to taaa-aake
ItÔÇÖs as hard as the four walls IÔÇÖm wan-na break
I told the cops he wasnÔÇÖt here tonight
Messing around with me is gonna get you lock oh yeah yeah
But every time I look into your eyes
Man itÔÇÖs worth the sacrifice uuhh
If this here is the love your mother used to warn you about
Mary youÔÇÖre in trouble (IÔÇÖm in real big trouble)
youÔÇÖre in real big trouble (lord knows IÔÇÖm in trouble)
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about
IÔÇÖm in trouble IÔÇÖm in real big
You got anything to say girl
Someone please call 911 yeah yeah
Tell them IÔÇÖve just I got shot down Tell them Mar just got shot down
And itÔÇÖs piercing through my soul (IÔÇÖm 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 didnÔÇÖt care he didnÔÇÖt worry he didnÔÇÖt wonder)
Wyclef Mary J blige
