Kids In Da P.J.'s Songtext - QB Finest

[chorus]

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 jocks on

eating Bon Ton chesse 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 fantasizing

fascinated by gold rope chains

looking back at my hood days

but things aint changed


[chorus]


[Millenium Thug]


In my hood niggaz smoke wood

nothing is good

look at my eys and see what I could

living my life and feel what I felt

the hand that I was dealt



cursing eatin first

little nigga with a appetite that got worst

firs day of school ten man cliq

all i'm learning is how to extort shit

'cuz class i forefit

graduated on another level

selling birds busting 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 the way they run

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

I was young


[chorus]


[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 was 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

Shillinger 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 blessed

chasing ghetto success

he needs a name for himself

to ge the same respect

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