Song: Street Jeopardy
Artist: Wyclef
Album: The Carnival
Guys you have to be more gangster
More blood more gun talk
More people dying more hardcore
Enough I'm, come on I'm not feeling it man
More more man (I got you) ok (I'm with ya)
The million dollar question is
The million dollar question is
Street corner
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 I got guns meet me at the corner store
This is what he said
After school wild wild west
Even the teacher got a vest
This is what I said
You can't ask on the block
Fool I ain't the one to test
Street jeopardy
Here we go yo ***(continues in backround until first verse starts)***
Have you ever played jeopardy
***Wyclef***
Not me it could never happen to me
Professor says what you wanna do
Sell drugs or get a degree
Look at him and smile with 32 gold teeth
And say what you make in a year I make it in a week
Elementary at the time I don't think of getting caught
Sellin' with the breeze pick up's at the sea port
One squirt you know the drill it's military
I can't lie if you scary you screamin' for your mommy
Truth or dare beware the game is never fair
I'm fallin' and I can't get up
Like a dead hair you stare like you seen me before
Yup, you put the gat to my gut stuck me up in the truck
And said don't nothin' move but the goods
Caught an arrow in your back f***in' with Robin Hood
***John Forte***
The street life'll get you if the hustle don't fit you
Paranoid crews don't choose, nigga stick you
Arms and folding macks to your back try and vick you
Belief in my crew is your foes never get through
And if so, shalom, bless my soul I'm home
I live my life to the fullest neighborhoods now know
A stone face is out of place when discussin' B.I.
If I have a second thought you ought not reply
I fought hot and sticky summers when the game started heatin'
Competition, mega jam and the wolf who was eatin'
And every cell in the bang had a tenant
With each of them regretting they was in it in it
***Chorus***
Have you ever heard the sound of a .44 at your door
You've got guns, I've got guns, meet me at the corner store
(What does it all mean?)
After school, wild wild west
Even the teacher got a vest
You can ask on the block fool I ain't the one to test
(What does it all mean?)
Street Jeopardy
It's a shame in the game if you lose son,
They probably stoned ya today
Have you ever played Jeopardy
Money doubles for your troubles
Though you win some, in the end it's all pain
***J. Duplessis***
I got up, sunny day hood calling my name
Strange, I feel nauseous, memories of a pine coffin
Seemed to me that I was dreaming,
I've been struck by a crazy fan after the concert damn
Slugs from a 9 hurt, hopped up, checked my physical
But the pain was all mental
I slipped into the shower, hopped out, got dressed, hit the blocks
Swarmed with cops, mad shots, high sails dropped
You ever heard the sound of a .44 at your door before
Many times I answered back with a milli-9 what?
Now gimme mine! It ain't no games
Like biddy-peep my 9-meter go a da-da-da-dang-hey hey!
***Chorus***