(featuring Governor/Prolific)
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Mmmmmmmmm... yeah
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[Wyclef]
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(PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's
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So I gotta rep for the PJ's
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The elevators with the pissy hallways
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Bangin on the project walls, all day
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[Verse 1]
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Yo if it wasn't for the PJ's y'all probably never heard of me
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Y'all be like, "Who the hell is Wyclef, and what's a Fugee?"
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I'd probably be standin on a corner - watch you approach
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Steal ya dope, sell ya coke, then snatch ya rope
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Run for brokes with the cash and the jewels
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Bows-eye, I hold my breath when I shoot
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The reason you should hold ya breath; cuz most thugs
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when they breathe and shoot tecs, they aim right but shoot left
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Now they flesh being swept off the surface
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If you ain't B.I.G. then Notorious
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So why ya man reckless, side-ballin like he holdin heat
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Someone bring him a bed, for the permanent sleep
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Weight beneath Jacob's Latter and the Aftermath
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Don't matter if you use a desert eagle as your armor
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Blood splatter, glass shatter through the project slums
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Another one in the obituary column son
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[Chorus]
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(PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's
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So I gotta rep for the PJ's
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The elevators with the pissy hallways
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Bangin on the project walls, all day
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(PJ's) I gotta make noise for the PJ's
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Wrote my first rhyme in the PJ's
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You can hear it in my speech, I'm from the PJ's
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The PJ's! PJ's
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[Verse 2]
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Before I was signed, I used to move on the block
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All I wanted to do was rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
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Line for line, I make the blind man walk in a straight line
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to prison - and take a message to Shyne
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Peace God from the PJ's to Ground Zero
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It's a "Hardknock Life" but "The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow"
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Walk with a shadow through ghettos, playin in every borough
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You would think rap was rock they way I carry heavy metal
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It such a shame, cocaine in ya veins, screamin
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"Team Spirit" grippin the shottie like Kurt Cobaine
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In the projects God, nuttin come easy
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Gotta deal with the grimy, greasy, the sleasy
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Move like a professional, young thug funeral
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Wattchu thought this was another Pepsi commercial?
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Nah it's the art of war, when you least expected it
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Wyclef the president, the PJ's elected him
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Yeah, and to the teachers that said I wouldn't live
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and my remains would be found under the Verizano Bridge
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Well I'm alive teach! So put ya theory to rest
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I ain't Makaveli but I might fake my death
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Make no mistake, I'm a hip-hop artist
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Before the diamond in the Billboard, the hood charted it
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Surburbia bought it, we bootlegged it, we couldn't afford it
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Cuz in the PJ's we undergroudn like black markets
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The 'P' stand for public housing
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The 'R's for respect that ya get, when ya hold down ya set
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The 'O's for ounces that we flip into ki's
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The 'J's for the judgement handed by the ju-ry
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The 'E' is for enter, at your own risk
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You know the 'C' - that's for the cats that's out to get rich
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And the 'T'... trust no one
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And the 'S' is for the snitchers - you know the outcome...
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[Chorus]
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PJ's
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| Wyclef Jean |
