The Pj's Lyrics - Masquerade - Wyclef Jean

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 

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Now they flesh being swept off the surface 

If you ain't B.I.G, you ain't 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 

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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 "Hard knock Life" but "The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow" 

Walk with a shadow through ghettos playin' in every borough 

You would think rap was rock, the way I carry heavy metal 

It such a shame, cocaine in ya veins, screamin' "Team Spirit" 

Grippin' the shottie like Kurt Cobain 

In the projects God, nuttin' come easy 

Gotta deal with the grimy, greasy, the sleazy 

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 

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 

Yeah and to the teachers that said I wouldn't live 

My remains would be found under the Verizano Bridge 

Well I'm alive teacher, 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 

Suburbia bought it, we bootlegged it, we couldn't afford it 

'Cuz in the PJ's, we underground 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 judgment handed by the jury 

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' for the snitchers you know the outcome 

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 

Everyone wants to be a cowboy, [Incomprehensible] at gunpoint 

45 by my side do he live 

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