PJ's (feat. Governor & Prolific) - Main

Mmmmmmmmm... yeah
 (PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's
 So I gotta rep for the PJ's
 The elevators with the pissy hallways
 Bangin on the project walls, all day
 Yo if it wasn't for the PJ's y'all probably never heard of me
 Y'all be like, "Who the hell is Wyclef, and what's a Fugee?"
 I'd probably be standin on a corner - watch you approach
 Steal ya dope, sell ya coke, then snatch ya rope
 Run for brokes with the cash and the jewels
 Bows-eye, I hold my breath when I shoot
 The reason you should hold ya breath; cuz most thugs
 when they breathe and shoot tecs, they aim right but shoot left
 Now they flesh being swept off the surface
 If you ain't B.I.G. then Notorious
 So why ya man reckless, side-ballin like he holdin heat
 Someone bring him a bed, for the permanent sleep
 Weight beneath Jacob's Latter and the Aftermath
 Don't matter if you use a desert eagle as your armor
 Blood splatter, glass shatter through the project slums
 Another one in the obituary column son
 (PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's
 So I gotta rep for the PJ's
 The elevators with the pissy hallways
 Bangin on the project walls, all day
 (PJ's) I gotta make noise for the PJ's
 Wrote my first rhyme in the PJ's
 You can hear it in my speech, I'm from the PJ's
 The PJ's! PJ's
 Before I was signed, I used to move on the block
 All I wanted to do was rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
 Line for line, I make the blind man walk in a straight line
 to prison - and take a message to Shyne
 Peace God from the PJ's to Ground Zero
 It's a "Hardknock Life" but "The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow"
 Walk with a shadow through ghettos, playin in every borough
 You would think rap was rock they way I carry heavy metal
 It such a shame, cocaine in ya veins, screamin
 "Team Spirit" grippin the shottie like Kurt Cobaine
 In the projects God, nuttin come easy
 Gotta deal with the grimy, greasy, the sleasy
 Move like a professional, young thug funeral
 Wattchu thought this was another Pepsi commercial?
 Nah it's the art of war, when you least expected it
 Wyclef the president, the PJ's elected him
 Yeah, and to the teachers that said I wouldn't live
 and my remains would be found under the Verizano Bridge
 Well I'm alive teach! So put ya theory to rest
 I ain't Makaveli but I might fake my death
 Make no mistake, I'm a hip-hop artist
 Before the diamond in the Billboard, the hood charted it
 Surburbia bought it, we bootlegged it, we couldn't afford it
 Cuz in the PJ's we undergroudn like black markets
 The 'P' stand for public housing
 The 'R's for respect that ya get, when ya hold down ya set
 The 'O's for ounces that we flip into ki's
 The 'J's for the judgement handed by the ju-ry
 The 'E' is for enter, at your own risk
 You know the 'C' - that's for the cats that's out to get rich
 And the 'T'... trust no one
 And the 'S' is for the snitchers - you know the outcome...