Letras: Anastacia. 911.

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. (Let Me See Ya'll Wave It From Side to Side)
See, 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, you're worth that sacrifice.
Hey, hey, 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. (Let Me Hera Ya)
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...

Chorus
I need ya'll to do me a favor.
Someone please call Nine-1-One (pick up the phone, Yo),
Tell them I've just been shot down,
And the bullet's in my heart.
And it's piercing through my soul (I'm losing blood, ya'll);
Feel my body getting cold (so cold, so cold).
Someone, please call Nine-1-One (pick up the phone).
The alleged asailant is five foot one,
And she shot me through my soul.
Feel my body getting cold...

Verse 2
So cold,
Sometimes I feel like I'm a prisoner.
I think I'm trapped here for a while
Yeah, and every breath I fight to take,
It's as hard as these 4 walls I wanna break.
Mmmmm-hmmm, I told the cops you wasn't here tonight,
Messing around with me is gonna get you life...
Oh yeah, but everytime I look into your eyes,
Ohhhhhhhh, it's worth the sacrifice

if this is the kind of love that
your mom used to warn you about,
Anastacia, you're in trouble.
I'm in real big trouble;
you're in real big trouble.
Lord knows I'm in trouble,
And 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 any thing to say, Girl?

Chorus
London please call 999
yaaa(pick up the phone, Yo),
Tell them I just got shot down.
Tell them i just got shot down,
And it's piercing though my soul
You Gotta Feel my body getting cold, Ohhhhhhhhhhh
Someone please call Nine-1-One
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).

Reggae Style, Reggae Style, Reggae Style.
Me People In A London calling 911, Me people In A London Calling 991, Me Crew in
Jamica calling 911, Me People In A Africa Call A 911, Me People In A Engalnd Call A
911, Say Anastacia Call 911, Say 911 Everyone Put Your hands in the air, Some one
please call 999,

Say what?
Tell Them I Just got shoot down and a bullets going trugh my heart, Dudumm,
Dudummm, Dudummm,
You Guys Gonna Sing With Us
Didummm, Feel My Body Getting cold, Its Getting Cold, Ummmmmmmm
I dont wanna....... London Please Call 911, Tell them I just Got shot down
Shooooooooot Down
Ummmmmmmm, Tell them he shoot me through my soul and my bodies
getting cold, so cold
Ohhhhhhhhhh
Everybody In A Place like this Ya'll, Every body In a place like this Ya'll,
Come On Come On
Heeeeeeeeeeeeey, Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeey
Shoot Me Through My Soul, and my bodies getting cold
Every Body In A Place like this Ya'll, Every Body In A Place like this Ya'll, Every
Body In A Place like this Ya'll,
Come On England.
Give It up For Anastacia
The One and only Wyclef the one and only