Street Jeopardy (feat. Refugee All Stars)

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Guys, you have to be more gangster, more blood
 more gun talk, more people dying, more hardcore
 Enough, come on, I'm not feeling it man
 More, more, man, I got you, alright, come with it
 "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
 What does it all mean? After school, wild wild west
 Even 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
 Not me, it could never happen to me
 Professor says, "What you wanna do? Sell drugs or get a degree?"
 Looked at him and smiled with thirty two gold teeth
 And said, "What you make in a year, I make it in a week"
 Elementary at the time, I don't think of gettin' caught
 Sellin' with degrees, pickups at the seaport, come on
 Once caught, you know the drill, it's military
 I can't lie, it gets scary, you screamin' for your mommy, come on
 Truth or dare, beware, the game is never fair
 I'm fallin' and I can't get up like a dead hare
 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 fuckin' wit Robin Hood
 This street life'll get you if the hustle don't fit you
 Paranoid crews don't choose, nigga stick you
 Arms and foldin' macks to ya back tryin' a vick you
 Belief in my crew wishin' foes never get through
 And if so, shalom, bless my soul, I'm home
 I lived my life to the fullest, neighborhoods now known
 A stone face is outta place when discussin' BI
 If I have a second thought, you ought not reply
 I fought hot and sticky summers when the game started heatin'
 Competition, mega jail, and the well, who was eatin', oh well
 And every cell in the bang had a tenant
 With each of them regrettin' they was in it
 Have you ever heard the sound of a .44, at your door?
 You got guns, I 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, what does it all mean?
 Street Jeopardy, here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo
 It's 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 some in the end it's all pain
 Yeah, yeah, I got up, sunny day, Hood callin' my name
 Strange, I feel nauseous, memories of a pine cauffin'
 Seemed to me that I was dreamin'
 I'd been struck by a crazed fan after the concert, damn
 Slugs form and I 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, hot shells dropped
 You ever heard the sound of a .44 at your door?
 Before many times, I answered back with a milli
 Now what? Now give me mine, it ain't no games like BDP
 My nine meter go dang, hey, hey
 Have you ever heard the sound of a .44, at your door?
 You got guns, I 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, what does it all mean?
 Street Jeopardy, here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo
 It's 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 some in the end it's all pain

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03:57
Key
1
Tempo
92 BPM

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