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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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(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
Verse 2
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
Bulls eye, I hold my breath
when I shoot
The reason you should hold
ya breath; 'cause 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 you
ain't Notorious
So why ya man reckless,
side- ballin like he holdin heat
Someone bring him a bed,
to 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
Verse 3
So I gotta rep for the PJ's
The elevators with the pissy hallways
Bangin on the project walls,
Verse 4
noise
Wrote my first rhyme in the PJ's
You can hear it in my speech,
I'm from the PJ's
Verse 5
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
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
What ya 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
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So I gotta rep for the PJ's
The elevators with the pissy hallways
Bangin on the project walls,
Verse 7
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
Verse 8
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
'Cause in the PJ's we
undergroudn like black markets
The 'P' stand for public housing
The 'R' is for respect that ya get,
when ya hold down ya set
The 'O's for ounces that
we flip into keys
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 snitches, you know
the outcome
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So I gotta rep for the PJ's
The elevators with the pissy hallways
Bangin on the project walls,
Verse 10
PJ's
Wrote my first rhyme in the PJ's
You can hear it in my speech,
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