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., you ain't 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]