Shea Taylor - The PJ's lyrics

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 j**els 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, gla** shatter through the project slums Another one in the obituary column, son [Hook] (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 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, c**aine 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 [Hook] [Verse 3] 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 d**h 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... [Hook]