WYCLEF JEAN

WYCLEF JEAN - Street Jeopardy lyrics

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F/ jean forte, r.o.c.<br><br>Wyclef (speaking):<br>Guys, you have to be more gangster, more blood<br>More gun talk, more people dying, more hardcore<br>Enough, come on, I'm not feeling it man<br>More, more, man (I got you)<br>Alright, come with it (gunshot)<br><br>Man:<br>The million dollar question is, the million dollar question is...<br>S.. s.. street corner...<br><br>Wyclef (singing):<br>(this is what he said)<br><br>Have you ever heard the sound of a .44, at your door? <br>(this is what I said)<br>You got guns (you got guns), I got guns (uh-huh)<br>Meet me at the corner store<br>(this is what he said) (what does it all mean? )<br>After school, wild wild west<br>Even the teacher got a vest (this is what I said)<br>You can ask, on the block, ? (what does it all mean? )<br>Street jeopardy... (here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)<br>Have you ever played jeopardy...<br>(here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)<br><br>[wyclef]<br>Not me, it could never happen to me<br>Professor says what you wanna do? sell drugs or get a degree? <br>Looked at him and smiled with 32 gold teeth<br>And said what you make in a year, I make it in a week<br>Elementary at the time, I don't think of gettin caught<br>Sellin with degrees, pickups at the seaport (come on)<br>Once caught, you know the drill, it's military<br>I can't lie, it gets scary, you screamin' for your mommy (come on)<br>Truth or dare, beware, the game is never fair<br>I'm fallin and I can't get up, like a dead hare<br>You stare like you seen me before<br>Yup, you put the gat to my gut, stuck me up in the truck<br>And said, 'don't nothin move but the goods'<br>Caught an arrow in your back fuckin wit robin hood<br><br>[john forte]<br>This street life'll get you if the hustle don't fit you<br>Paranoid crews don't choose, nigga stick you<br>Arms and foldin macks to ya back tryin'a vick you<br>Belief in my crew wishin' foes never get through<br>And if so, shalom, bless my soul, I'm home<br>I lived my life to the fullest, neighborhoods now known<br>A stone face is outta place when discussin b.i.<br>If I have a second thought, you ought not reply<br>I fought hot and sticky summers when the game started heatin<br>Competition, mega jail, and the well, who was eatin (oh well)<br>And every cell in the bang had a tenant<br>With each of them regrettin they was in it<br><br>Wyclef (singing):<br><br>Have you ever heard the sound of a .44, at your door? <br>You got guns, I got guns<br>Meet me at the corner store (what does it all mean? )<br>After school, wild wild west<br>Even the teacher got a vest<br>You can ask, on the block, ? (what does it all mean? )<br>Street jeopardy... (here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)<br>(it's a shame in the game when you lose, son, they probably stoned ya today)<br>Have you ever played jeopardy...<br>(here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)<br>(money doubles for your troubles though you lose some<br>In the end it's all pain)<br><br>[r.o.c.]<br>Yeah, yeah<br>I got up, sunny day, hood callin my name<br>Strange, I feel nauseous, memories of a pine cauffin<br>Seemed to me that I was dreamin<br>I'd been struck by a crazed fan after the concert, damn<br>Slugs form and I hurt, hopped up, checked my physical<br>But the pain was all mental, I slipped into<br>The shower, hopped out, got dressed, hit the blocks<br>Swarmed with cops, mad shots, hot shells dropped<br>You ever heard the sound of a .44 at your door? <br>Before, many times, I answered back with a milli<br>Now what? now give me mine<br>It ain't no games like b.d.p.<br>My 9-meter go da-da-da-da-dang-hey hey<br><br>Wyclef (singing):<br><br>Have you ever heard the sound of a .44, at your door? <br>You got guns, I got guns<br>Meet me at the corner store (what does it all mean? )<br>After school, wild wild west<br>Even the teacher got a vest<br>You can ask, on the block, ? (what does it all mean? )<br>Street jeopardy... (here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)<br>(it's a shame in the game when you lose, son, they probably stoned ya today)<br>Have you ever played jeopardy...<br>(here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)<br>(money doubles for your troubles though you lose some<br>In the end it's all pain)

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