Lyrics:

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 no matter how tough I would appear
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've just been shot down
And the bullets 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

So cold
Sometimes I fell like I'm a prisoner
I think I'm trapped here for a while, yeah, yeah
And every breath I fight to take
It's as hard as these four walls I wanna break
I told the cops you wasn't here tonight
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, uuh

If this is the love that your mom 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 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've just got shot down
(Tell them I just got shot down)
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
(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 feelin' you, yo, I understand, yeah, yeah