Kids in Da PJ’s

[Intro: Ron Artest]

Yeah this is Ron Artest from the Chicago Bulls

Straight outta QB. Repping my hood forever

Just showing anybody that anybody can make it

[Hook: Nas]

To the kids in the p.j.'s

Ghetto children I know it ain't easy

Ya'll wanting millions

Sunshine turns to rain

Its ghetto pain

When a one time raise

Sometimes the young is slain

To the kids in the p.j.'s black babies

Brought up in this world where it's wild and crazy child of the Nile

Future lifestyle looks hazey

Dreams to drive a Mercedes

With a pile of ladies

[Nas]

Third grade singing star spangled banner

Using proper manners

Learnt to handle anger animal behavior

Later on my block rocking with my Jox on

Eating Bon Ton cheese popcorn

Humming a KISS rock song

Socks long to my knees

Summer breeze running through the leaves

Playing freeze tag

Can I stay out please dad

Can I hang out with my little gang out

Hearing shots rang out

Heard my moms call my name out

Come upstairs run up stairs

Take a bath shit stained underwear

Wipe yourself with paper bad

Little ass in my bed at 8:30 wash my plate

Ate dinner up late

Gazing at the wall praying basketball

Was my future for this young one

Hooping in the sun

Proud to be where I come from

Later shooting guns

Fantasized, fascinated by gold rope chains

Looking back at my hood days

But things ain't changed

[Hook]

[Millenium Thug]

In my hood niggas smoke wood

Nothing is good

Look at my eyes and see what I could

Living my life and feel what I felt

The hand that I was dealt

Drama that my uncle Shabazz had

I was a little lad

Niggas shooting through my Grams window shattering glass

Had the chicken pox

On that toy horse that rocks

My moms grabbed me down to safety

Everybody in the crib was going crazy

That was in the 80's

And now im 17

Money cash dreams

Niggas be slave

I be brave spit like A.K.'s and S.K.'s

Close range niggas see brains

Millenium Thugs the name

But now it's slash cocaine

Blast niggas in vain

Snatch yo' chain

Cherrish the life

My niggas got a fetish for ice

Turn out the lights

I bust so I could spark up the night

Uniting the pipes

Queensbridge niggas is sheist

Need no price body yall dudes on spite

Who knew I would of spazzed out

Little Nashawn owner of the crack house

Get my papes on

Tired of empty 'friderators all the steaks gone

[Wiz]

Now picture this shit

With six Aunts five Uncles

Thugging a double apartment out

Kids, cousins, and brothers

There I go in the pamper by the radiator

Cursing eatin first

Little nigga with a appetite that got worst

First day of school ten man clique

All I'm learning is how to extort shit

'cuz class I forefit

Graduated on another level

Selling birds busting dirty birds

Fuck with the herbs

Never we fuck up the herbs

Make 'em pay like you

Stick 'em up get down

Since ten was taught to turn 'em around

Rip they pockets out

Bust two they way they run

I ain't give a fuck that's how I was

I was young

[Hook]

[Horse]

Horse was born as a brave child

Big for my size

A bully to little guys

With chocolate miks and apple pies

The playground was mine

I stayed scarred up all the time

From shopping carts flipping

Now we race to the finish line

Hated playing cooties 'cuz that shit wasn't fun

All the honey's say I'm it then they little ass run

I sweared to put a hickey on the ones

That I caught

I was a nasty little nigga I learned to hump before I walk

Kept a sling shot on my side to shoot

Squirrles and cats

Wanted to be Captain America with the

Shield and the hat

I started getting older fell more in love with the streets

Infactuated by the ropes and the shiny

Gold teeth

I was to big to break dance

Fuck spiining on my back

My role models now run numbers and sell

Crack

This project child is blessed chasing ghetto success

He needs a name for himself

To get the same respect