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Kids In Da Pjs - текст песни



Kids In Da Pj's


(feat. Bravehearts, Millenium Thug)




[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 (Texts of songs )


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


drama that my uncle Shabazz had


I was a little lad


niggaz 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


niggaz be slave


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


close range niggaz see brains


Millenium Thugs the name


but now it's slash cocaine


blast niggaz in vaine


satch yo' chain


cherrish the life


my niggaz got a fetish for ice


turn out the lights


I bust so I could spar up the night


uniting the pipes


Queensbridge niggaz is sheist


need no price body yall dudes on spite


who knew I would of spazzed out


little Nayshawn owner of the crack house


get my papes on


tired of '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


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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