Lyric The PJ s
Mmmmmmmmm... yeah
[Wyclef]
(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 1]
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., 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
[Chorus]
(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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
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...
[Chorus]
[Wyclef]
(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 1]
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., 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
[Chorus]
(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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
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...
[Chorus]
