Wyclef Jean - Street Jeopardy Lyrics
F/ jean forte, r.o.c.Wyclef (speaking):Guys, you have to be more gangster, more bloodMore gun talk, more people dying, more hardcoreEnough, come on, Im not feeling it manMore, more, man (I got you)Alright, come with it (gunshot)Man:The million dollar question is, the million dollar question is...S.. s.. street corner...Wyclef (singing):(this is what he said)Have you ever heard the sound of a .44, at your door?(this is what I said)You got guns (you got guns), I got guns (uh-huh)Meet me at the corner store(this is what he said) (what does it all mean? )After school, wild wild westEven the teacher got a vest (this is what I said)You can ask, on the block, ? (what does it all mean? )Street jeopardy... (here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)Have you ever played jeopardy...(here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)[wyclef]Not me, it could never happen to meProfessor says what you wanna do? sell drugs or get a degree?Looked at him and smiled with 32 gold teethAnd said what you make in a year, I make it in a weekElementary at the time, I dont think of gettin caughtSellin with degrees, pickups at the seaport (come on)Once caught, you know the drill, its militaryI cant lie, it gets scary, you screamin for your mommy (come on)Truth or dare, beware, the game is never fairIm fallin and I cant get up, like a dead hareYou stare like you seen me beforeYup, you put the gat to my gut, stuck me up in the truckAnd said, dont nothin move but the goodsCaught an arrow in your back *****in wit robin hood[john forte]This street lifell get you if the hustle dont fit youParanoid crews dont choose, nigga stick youArms and foldin macks to ya back tryina vick youBelief in my crew wishin foes never get throughAnd if so, shalom, bless my soul, Im homeI lived my life to the fullest, neighborhoods now knownA stone face is outta place when discussin b.i.If I have a second thought, you ought not replyI fought hot and sticky summers when the game started heatinCompetition, mega jail, and the well, who was eatin (oh well)And every cell in the bang had a tenantWith each of them regrettin they was in itWyclef (singing):Have you ever heard the sound of a .44, at your door?You got guns, I got gunsMeet me at the corner store (what does it all mean? )After school, wild wild westEven the teacher got a vestYou can ask, on the block, ? (what does it all mean? )Street jeopardy... (here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)(its a shame in the game when you lose, son, they probably stoned ya today)Have you ever played jeopardy...(here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)(money doubles for your troubles though you lose someIn the end its all pain)[r.o.c.]Yeah, yeahI got up, sunny day, hood callin my nameStrange, I feel nauseous, memories of a pine cauffinSeemed to me that I was dreaminId been struck by a crazed fan after the concert, damnSlugs form and I hurt, hopped up, checked my physicalBut the pain was all mental, I slipped intoThe shower, hopped out, got dressed, hit the blocksSwarmed with cops, mad shots, hot shells droppedYou ever heard the sound of a .44 at your door?Before, many times, I answered back with a milliNow what? now give me mineIt aint no games like b.d.p.My 9-meter go da-da-da-da-dang-hey heyWyclef (singing):Have you ever heard the sound of a .44, at your door?You got guns, I got gunsMeet me at the corner store (what does it all mean? )After school, wild wild westEven the teacher got a vestYou can ask, on the block, ? (what does it all mean? )Street jeopardy... (here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)(its a shame in the game when you lose, son, they probably stoned ya today)Have you ever played jeopardy...(here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)(money doubles for your troubles though you lose someIn the end its all pain)
