Wyclef Jean - The Pj's Lyrics
Mmmmmmmmm... yeah[wyclef](pjs!) I was born in the pjsSo I gotta rep for the pjsThe elevators with the pissy hallwaysBangin on the project walls, all day[verse 1]Yo if it wasnt for the pjs yall probably never heard of meYall be like, who the hell is wyclef, and whats a fugee?Id probably be standin on a corner - watch you approachSteal ya dope, sell ya coke, then snatch ya ropeRun for brokes with the cash and the jewelsBows-eye, I hold my breath when I shootThe reason you should hold ya breath; cuz most thugsWhen they breathe and shoot tecs, they aim right but shoot leftNow they flesh being swept off the surfaceIf you aint b.i.g., you aint notoriousSo why ya man reckless, side-ballin like he holdin heatSomeone bring him a bed, for the permanent sleepWeight beneath jacobs latter and the aftermathDont matter if you use a desert eagle as your armorBlood splatter, glass shatter through the project slumsAnother one in the obituary column son[chorus](pjs!) I was born in the pjsSo I gotta rep for the pjsThe elevators with the pissy hallwaysBangin on the project walls, all day(pjs) I gotta make noise for the pjsWrote my first rhyme in the pjsYou can hear it in my speech, Im from the pjsThe pjs! pjs[verse 2]Before I was signed, I used to move on the blockAll I wanted to do was rhyme, rhyme, rhymeLine for line, I make the blind man walk in a straight lineTo prison - and take a message to shynePeace God from the pjs to ground zeroIts a hardknock life but the sunll come out tomorrowWalk with a shadow through ghettos, playin in every boroughYou would think rap was rock they way I carry heavy metalIt such a shame, cocaine in ya veins, screaminTeam spirit grippin the shottie like kurt cobaineIn the projects god, nuttin come easyGotta deal with the grimy, greasy, the sleasyMove like a professional, young thug funeralWattchu thought this was another pepsi commercial?Nah its the art of war, when you least expected itWyclef the president, the pjs elected him[chorus][verse 3]Yeah, and to the teachers that said I wouldnt liveAnd my remains would be found under the verizano bridgeWell Im alive teach! so put ya theory to restI aint makaveli but I might fake my deathMake no mistake, Im a hip-hop artistBefore the diamond in the billboard, the hood charted itSurburbia bought it, we bootlegged it, we couldnt afford itCuz in the pjs we undergroudn like black marketsThe p stand for public housingThe rs for respect that ya get, when ya hold down ya setThe os for ounces that we flip into kisThe js for the judgement handed by the ju-ryThe e is for enter, at your own riskYou know the c - thats for the cats thats out to get richAnd the t... trust no oneAnd the s is for the snitchers - you know the outcome...[chorus]
