911 lyrics
by Wyclef Jean



Yo, what up dis Wyclef with Mary J?
'Bout to serenade tha girls wit mah acoustic guitar
You know what I'm sayin'? (Ohoho)

Fellas havin' problems wit ya chicks (Exclusive flavour)
I want you to rite now turn the lights down low (Wyclef featuring Mary J Blige)
Pull ya girl up next to you (Come on!)
I want you to say these words

If death comes for me tonight, girl
I want you to know that I loved 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, man (Street!)
You're worth that sacrifice, hey, hey

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)
(Don't forget where you heard it first, son)
Feel my body gettin' 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 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), yeah, yeah (Street, street)
And every breath I fight to take
Is as hard as these four walls I wanna break, mmm (Come on)

I told the cops you wasn't here tonight (Alright)
Messin' 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, oh (Yeah, yeah)

If this is the kind of love that your mom used to warn you about (Mmm-mmm)
Mary, you're 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)
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 just got shot down (Tell them I just got shot down)
And it's piercin' through my soul (I'm losin' blood, yo)
Feel my body gettin' cold, so cold (So cold)

Someone please call 911 (This is exclusive!) (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)
(Been shot to club your record)
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
Can you do it, will you do it, would you do it
You do it, you do it, do it, do it

This thing's on, man
You're okay, man, stop fuckin' around with me
This hittin' niggas with this bling-thing
Right?