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      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      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      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 "Hard knock Life" but "The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow"   Walk with a shadow through ghettos playin' in every borough   You would think rap was rock, the way I carry heavy metal      It such a shame, cocaine in ya veins, screamin' "Team Spirit"   Grippin' the shottie like Kurt Cobain   In the projects God, nuttin' come easy   Gotta deal with the grimy, greasy, the sleazy   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      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      Yeah and to the teachers that said I wouldn't live   My remains would be found under the Verizano Bridge   Well I'm alive teacher, 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   Suburbia bought it, we bootlegged it, we couldn't afford it   'Cuz in the PJ's, we underground 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 judgment 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' for the snitchers 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 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      Everyone wants to be a cowboy, [Incomprehensible] at gunpoint   45 by my side do he live   [Incomprehensible]