Kids In Da PJ's - Dirty Version

To the kids in the p . j .' s
 ghetto children i know it ain 't easy
 ya'll wanting millions
 sunshine turns to rain
 its ghetto pain
 when a one time raise
 sometimes the young is slain
 To the kids in the p . j .'s black babies
 brought up in this world where it 's wild and crazy child of the Nile
 future lifestyle looks hazey
 dreams to drive a Mercedes
 with a pile of ladies
 Third grade singing star spangled banner
 using proper manners
 learnt to handle anger animal behavior
 later on my block rocking with my jocks on
 eating Bon Ton chesse popcorn
 humming a KISS rock song
 socks long to my knees
 summer breeze running through the leaves playing freeze tag
 can I stay out please dad
 can I hang out with my little gang out
 hearing shots rang out
 heard my moms call my name out
 come upstairs run up stairs
 take a bath shit stained underwear
 wipe yourself with paper bad
 little ass in my bed at 8: 30 wash my plate
 ate dinner up late
 gazing at the wall praying basketball
 was my future for this young one
 hooping in the sun
 proud to be where I come from
 later shooting guns fantasizing
 fascinated by gold rope chains
 looking back at my hood days
 but things aint changed
 In my hood niggaz smoke wood
 nothing is good
 look at my eys and see what I could
 living my life and feel what I felt
 the hand that I was dealt
 drama that my uncle Shabazz had
 I was a little lad
 niggaz shooting through my Grams window shattering glass
 had the chicken pox
 on that toy horse that rocks
 my moms grabbed me down to safety
 everybody in the crib was going crazy
 that was in the 80 's
 and now im 17
 money cash dreams
 niggaz be slave
 I be brave spit like A. K .' s and S .K . 's
 close range niggaz see brains
 Millenium Thugs the name but now it 's slash cocaine
 blast niggaz in vaine
 satch yo' chain
 cherrish the life
 my niggaz got a fetish for ice
 turn out the lights
 I bust so I could spar up the night
 uniting the pipes
 Queensbridge niggaz is sheist
 need no price body yall dudes on spite
 who knew I would of spazzed out
 little Nayshawn owner of the crack house
 get my papes on
 tired of 'friderators all the steaks gone
 Now picture this shit
 with six Aunts five Uncles
 thugging a double apartment out
 kids, cousins, and brothers
 there I go in the pamper by the radiator
 cursing eatin first
 little nigga with a appetite that got worst
 firs day of school ten man cliq
 all i 'm learning is how to extort shit
 'cuz class i forefit
 graduated on another level
 selling birds busting birds
 fuck with the herbs
 never we fuck up the herbs
 make 'em pay like you
 stick 'em up get down
 since ten was taught to turn 'em around
 rip they pockets out
 bust two the way they run
 I ain 't give a fuck that 's how I was
 I was young
 Horse was born as a brave child
 big for my size
 a bully to little guys
 with chocolate miks and apple pies
 the playground was mine
 I stayed scarred up all the time
 from shopping carts flipping
 now we race to the finish line
 hated playing cooties 'cuz that shit
 wasn ' t fun all the honey 's say i 'm it
 then they little ass run
 I was sweared to put a hickey on the ones
 that I caught
 I was a nasty little nigga I learned to hump before I walk
 kept a sling shot on my side to shoot
 squirrles and cats
 wanted to be Captain America with the
 Shillinger hat I started getting older fell
 more in love with the streets
 infactuated by the ropes and the shiny
 gold teeth I was to big to break dance
 fuck spiining on my back
 my role models now run numbers and sell
 crack this project child blessed
 chasing ghetto success
 he needs a name for himself
 to ge the same respect