In the PJ's (feat. Big Scoob)

Living in the world of ghetto life

Shot with the gun

Get you cut with the knife

That's the story, yo

The way the peeps like to move

No faking the funk

It's all about how to show and prove

Some get to make it through life living legal

The others gotta try to survive doing the evil

That men do

Peace to every hood that I been through

I even got love for my homies in South Central

But to the east, my brother

'Cause that's where I stay at

Running through the streets like a stray cat

Like that Good Times show

It makes me go, hmm-hmm

Up in the projects, it gets no iller

With true guerrillas and stone cold killers

It seems that every night

You get to hear the fireworks

As much as I hate to see my people die or hurt

It's just a street mentality, a reality

Neighborhood warfare that brings home casualties

And just because I moved out the residence

It don't mean that I can't represent

So to my peeps in the PJ's

Throw your hands in the air

Let me know you're out there

To my peeps in the PJ's

Throw your hands in the air

Let me know you're out there

And to my peeps in the PJ's

Throw your hands in the air

And let me know you're out there

To my peeps in the PJ's

Throw your hands in the air

And let me know you're out there

I'm running mob deep around the way

It's me and the crew

We're tryna map out the day

Yo, what's the haps on how we getting snaps?

Are we gonna shoot some cee-lo

Or play a game of craps?

Matter fact, Shane, ring the intercom

And see if you can get ten dollars from my moms

Tell her to throw it out the window

If she got it to spare

'Cause the elevator's broke

And I ain't checking for the stairs

And do me a solid, run to the store, shorty

And pick me up some Olde E, but not a forty

Just a two-two of brew will do

So I can knock it out fast

To make the coldness last

And while you at it, man

See where'd your friend go

He should've been back a hour ago with the indo

And meet us in the back park to get sparked

So I can be toasted by time it gets dark

Ayo, Jay, I see that bulge in the back of your jeans

Hope that's the god you now, know what I mean?

'Cause if somebody brings the noise

I'ma make it a silent movie

So take the safety off the toolie

'Cause I don't want no beef, nah, baby

The only thing I wanna do is parley

Peace and harmony is what I relate to

But damn, man, drama's just in the nature

So to my peeps in the PJ's

Throw your hands in the air

And let me know you're out there

To my peeps in the PJ's

Throw your hands in the air

And let me know you're out there

To my peeps in the PJ's

Throw your hands in the air

And let me know you're out there

To my peeps in the PJ's

Throw your hands in the air

And let me know you're out there

I send this out to the homies in the hood

That stood by my side to help a brother do good

Just like SWV, you was right here

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we in there

From all the thugs that flex with all the muscle

Down to the brothers that got a swift hustle

Like good golly, miss three card molly, a neat trick

Where people get beat quick

Wanna see a sweet vic?

Jackety-jack, blackety-black

You get nothing back, and that's a fact

The sweetest game I ever seen

All you gotta do is find the red queen

Just point to it, can anybody point to it?

I play by the point of the finger

The tone of the voice

(The one in the middle, the one in the middle)

That's black

You get no money back

(Aw, man)