PJ's - Main Lyrics
| Song | PJ's - Main |
| Artist | Wyclef Jean |
| Artist | Prolifical |
| Album | Masquerade |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Duplessis, Jean, Taylor | |
| (featuring Governor/Prolific) | |
| 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. then 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) |
| zuo ci : Duplessis, Jean, Taylor | |
| featuring Governor Prolific | |
| 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 | |
| Bowseye, 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. then Notorious | |
| So why ya man reckless, sideballin 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 hiphop 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 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' is for the snitchers you know the outcome... | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Duplessis, Jean, Taylor | |
| featuring Governor Prolific | |
| 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 | |
| Bowseye, 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. then Notorious | |
| So why ya man reckless, sideballin 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 hiphop 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 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' is for the snitchers you know the outcome... | |
| Chorus |
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