PJ's (feat. Governor & Prolific) [Main]

PJ's

I was born in the PJ's

So I gotta rep for the PJ's

The elevators with the piss in hallways

Banging 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 probably be standing on a corner, watch you approach

Steal your dope, sell your coke, then snatch your rope

Run for broke's with the cash and the jewels

Bullseye, I hold my breath when I shoot

The reason you should hold your breath

'Cause most thug 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., you ain't notorious

So why your man reckless? Side balling like he holding heat

Someone bring him a bed to permanent sleep

Way beneath Jacob Ladder 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 piss in hallways

Banging 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, yo, PJ's

Before I was signed I used to move on the grind

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

Please 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 playing in every borough

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

It's such a shame, cocaine in your veins

Screaming, teen spirit, gripping the shotty like Kurt Cobain

In the PJ's, God, nothing come easy

Gotta deal with the grimy, greasy, the sleazy

Move like a professional, young thug's funeral

What you thought this was, another Pepsi commercial?

Nah, it's the Art of War when you least expected it

Wyclef for 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 piss in hallways

Banging 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

And my remains would be found under the Verrazano Bridge

Well, I'm alive, teach, so put your theory to rest

I ain't Makaveli, but I might fake my death

And 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

'Cause in the PJ's we underground like black market

The P stands for public housing

The R is for respect that you get when you hold down your set

The O is for ounces that we flip into keys

The J is for the judgement 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 is for the snitches, 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 piss in hallways

Banging 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

Everyone wants to be a cowboy

Grab your gun, boys

Forty-five by my side, do he live?

Nope, the killer dies