Mmmmmmmmm... yeah

[wyclef]
(pjs!) I was born in the pjs
So I gotta rep for the pjs
The elevators with the pissy hallways
Bangin on the project walls, all day

[verse 1]
Yo if it wasnt for the pjs yall probably never heard of me
Yall be like, who the hell is wyclef, and whats a fugee?
Id 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 aint b.i.g., you aint notorious
So why ya man reckless, side-ballin like he holdin heat
Someone bring him a bed, for the permanent sleep
Weight beneath jacobs latter and the aftermath
Dont 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]
(pjs!) I was born in the pjs
So I gotta rep for the pjs
The elevators with the pissy hallways
Bangin on the project walls, all day
(pjs) I gotta make noise for the pjs
Wrote my first rhyme in the pjs
You can hear it in my speech, Im from the pjs
The pjs! pjs

[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 pjs to ground zero
Its a hardknock life but the sunll 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 its the art of war, when you least expected it
Wyclef the president, the pjs elected him

[chorus]

[verse 3]
Yeah, and to the teachers that said I wouldnt live
And my remains would be found under the verizano bridge
Well Im alive teach! so put ya theory to rest
I aint makaveli but I might fake my death
Make no mistake, Im a hip-hop artist
Before the diamond in the billboard, the hood charted it
Surburbia bought it, we bootlegged it, we couldnt afford it
Cuz in the pjs we undergroudn like black markets
The p stand for public housing
The rs for respect that ya get, when ya hold down ya set
The os for ounces that we flip into kis
The js for the judgement handed by the ju-ry
The e is for enter, at your own risk
You know the c - thats for the cats thats out to get rich
And the t... trust no one
And the s is for the snitchers - you know the outcome...

[chorus]