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[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

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
Bullseye, 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 holding heat
Someone bring him a bed, for the permanent sleep
Weight beneath Jacob´s 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 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 crime
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 the way I carry heavy metal
It such a shame, cocaine in ya veins, screamin
"Teen Spirit" grippin the shottie like Kurt Cobain

In the projects God, nuttin come easy
Gotta deal with the grimy, greasy, the sleasy
Move like a professional, young thug funeral
What, you 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

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 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 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 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...