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  • 作词 : Wyclef Jean/Shea Taylor/Jerry Duplessis
    作曲 : Wyclef Jean/Shea Taylor/Jerry Duplessis
    (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 ****, 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, ******* 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)
  • 作词 : Wyclef Jean/Shea Taylor/Jerry Duplessis
    作曲 : Wyclef Jean/Shea Taylor/Jerry Duplessis
    (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 ****, 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, ******* 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)