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, play