The PJ's
Pete Rock Lyrics
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Yo man get ya ass in here man
You know the fuckin' Police lookin' for you man
Come on man, them niggaz just left here man
Come on man you know we got mad fuckin' blow
Up in the Motherfuckin' lab son
This nigga's off the hook man
Yo Chef talk to these niggaz man
[Raekwon]
We baggin' ounces in the back of the Maz'
Ostrich on, Wollriches, three Quarter-ness
A.D.I.D.A.S. wit Stan Smith's
The grant's on the Stove
And Aunt Lo about to come to the Lab-o
She givin' me some credit for clothes
That's the slang work for bricks, dicks
Analyze you never know who lookin'
It's deranged world, wit snitches is enterprisin'
Black Man hold on, like Magnums in the Wind
Cuz when it get cold, parole give a homey like ten
What's the prognosis: drugs, guns, and ounces of Gold fish
Fly reefer out-town, bitches is stone six
And birds back in 18 and played C.R.E.A.M
Gray beam, it's lean new A.D.I.D.A.S
Jackets, flippin' up small dean
Visualisin' portraits, fresh cuts
Brand new Porsche?s
Going wit hand-to-hand, servin' the Source
Yo, runnin' from the Police
This day-to-day lifestyle where niggaz get arraigned
And get chain, it's like cycle blao!!
[Hook]
Drug Dealers, Star and Celebrities (Ghetto Celebs)
Even dudes wit a few felonies (A few felonies)
In 'The PJ's' this what they tellin' me (Tellin' who?)
Sniffin' real hard but you not smellin' me (Smell me)
The crowd yellin' for 'Chef' 'Killa' and 'Pete Rock' (Pete Rock)
Got 'em movin' like the Millennium beat box (Beat Box)
Shit is all hood 'til they hear the heat cock (Whooo!)
Fall back and let the beat rock
[Masta Killa]
Degrees of experience qualifies me to speak in certain areas
Where many can't reach, so I prepared a speech for ya'll
To then listen while I spit the hot venomous shit
My whole Clique sick, infested wit the itchy trigger finger mob related
Noodle-leanie universal flag Beanie
Son you wouldn't want to see me black down, master .4 pound
Clip full of hallow tip round
Turn the fuckin' sound up
My cup runneth over Hennessey, the Bill Bixby
Ninja Scroll, niggaz that roll
My son did four in the hole
Tenant population, neva told, facin' Parole
Sipped the old gold style, beat it in trial
My mild-mannered .9 Bandit, flow drunk
Look at Skunk weed stickin'
Razor sharp rip 'em, bites lift 'em
We at the Jam direct
The Ghetto Gospel, collaboration
One word could change the nation
No doubt!
[Hook]
[Raekwon]
Tuna Salad and Puma rackin' he's
Pushin' through the projects, captain
Get your money, yo show me no slackin'
We drive the meanest Joints
Shoot through Medina wit a Evisu Jeans and Nina's
Stop by Juniors we hittin' cheeba
Briefly, crackers observe
You got the undercovers
Niggas just love us, we know they suckers
You know what? What? Mosey don't be nosey yo!
Watch these fake niggaz wit these Thank You cards
Them shits is bogey
Snitches in the hood up to no good
We would kill a lot of Motherfuckers but the timin' ain't good
So while my bankroll climbin'
I be out on consignment, breezin'
Ki's wit 29 letter melted cheeses
All of my papers now in real estate
White folks been doin' this since '69
It's billions and killer weight
So prosperous moves wit the jewels, wit Wu Nikes on
It's cool don't ever act like niggaz ain't who new
One!
[Hook]
[Outro]
Yea! we just sit back, in the luxury toasters
Slidin' through the motherfuckin' projects
Stand away from you fake ass Motherfuckers
Layin' out in the barber shops, gettin' fucked up cuts
We don't respect ya'll (Don't respect ya'll)
Knaw' sayin'? This is Shala Lewis Rich
Pete Rock, Masta Killa, The Vatican
One! I'm gone
The lyrics to Pete Rock's song The PJ's are a perfect representation of the day-to-day life of the ghetto. The song is a commentary on the culture of drugs, guns, and poverty that ravage inner-city neighborhoods in America. The lyrics, delivered by Raekwon and Masta Killa, are raw, uncut, and unapologetic. There are no holds barred in this song, as the rappers describe their experiences in the projects in vivid detail.
The song starts with an exchange between two men, one telling the other to come inside because the police are looking for him. This sets the tone for the rest of the song, which discusses the dangers and risks involved in the drug trade. The lyrics talk about bagging ounces of drugs in the back of a car, snitches, parole, and the constant threat of the police. The song also touches on the lifestyle of drug dealers and their interaction with the ghetto celebrities, both of whom are glorified in the neighborhood.
The chorus talks about the crowd yelling for 'Chef' 'Killa' and 'Pete Rock' and how their music moves the people like the Millennium beatbox. The song ends with a declaration of defiance against those who don't respect them. Overall, The PJ's is an insightful commentary on life in the ghetto that challenges the listeners to think about the root causes of poverty and crime.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo man get ya ass in here man
Come in here quickly
You know the fuckin' Police lookin' for you man
The police are trying to find you
Come on man, them niggaz just left here man
The cops were just here and you need to leave
Come on man you know we got mad fuckin' blow
We have a lot of drugs here
Up in the Motherfuckin' lab son
We're in the drug lab
We baggin' ounces in the back of the Maz'
We are packaging drugs in the back of a Mazda
Ostrich on, Wollriches, three Quarter-ness
We are wearing high-end designer clothing
A.D.I.D.A.S. wit Stan Smith's
We are wearing Adidas shoes
The grant's on the Stove
We are cooking drugs on the stove
And Aunt Lo about to come to the Lab-o
Our contact is about to come to the lab
She givin' me some credit for clothes
Our contact is giving us credit for the drugs
That's the slang work for bricks, dicks
The slang term for drugs are 'bricks'
Analyze you never know who lookin'
We need to be careful because anyone could be watching us
It's deranged world, wit snitches is enterprisin'
The world is crazy, and snitches are always trying to make money
Black Man hold on, like Magnums in the Wind
We need to stay strong like a Magnum gun in a windy situation
Cuz when it get cold, parole give a homey like ten
Parole can give us a ten-year sentence when it gets cold out
What's the prognosis: drugs, guns, and ounces of Gold fish
The situation involves drugs, guns, and gold
Fly reefer out-town, bitches is stone six
We have high-quality marijuana and women around
And birds back in 18 and played C.R.E.A.M
People have been dealing drugs since 2018
Going wit hand-to-hand, servin' the Source
We are dealing drugs hand-to-hand
Yo, runnin' from the Police
We are avoiding the police
This day-to-day lifestyle where niggaz get arraigned
We live in a life where people get arrested and charged often
And get chain, it's like cycle blao!!
People get caught and put in chains often
Drug Dealers, Star and Celebrities (Ghetto Celebs)
Drug dealers are regarded as celebrities in the ghetto
Even dudes wit a few felonies (A few felonies)
People with criminal convictions are also seen as important in the ghetto
In 'The PJ's' this what they tellin' me (Tellin' who?)
This is what people are telling me in the projects
Sniffin' real hard but you not smellin' me (Smell me)
People are ignoring me despite my success
The crowd yellin' for 'Chef' 'Killa' and 'Pete Rock' (Pete Rock)
The audience is excited to see us perform
Got 'em movin' like the Millennium beat box (Beat Box)
Our music has the crowd dancing a lot
Shit is all hood 'til they hear the heat cock (Whooo!)
The atmosphere changes when they hear the sound of guns being loaded
Degrees of experience qualifies me to speak in certain areas
I have a lot of experience and knowledge in certain topics
Where many can't reach, so I prepared a speech for ya'll
I will share my knowledge with you since not everyone has access to it
To then listen while I spit the hot venomous shit
Listen to me speak my wise words
My whole Clique sick, infested wit the itchy trigger finger mob related
My crew are all dangerous people with itchy trigger fingers
Noodle-leanie universal flag Beanie
I'm wearing a beanie with a universal flag logo
Son you wouldn't want to see me black down, master .4 pound
You don't want to see me with my gun
Clip full of hallow tip round
My gun is loaded with hollow tip bullets
Turn the fuckin' sound up
Turn the volume up on the music
My cup runneth over Hennessey, the Bill Bixby
I have a lot of Hennessey to drink
Ninja Scroll, niggaz that roll
We are like ninjas
My son did four in the hole
My friend served four years in jail
Tenant population, neva told, facin' Parole
People in the projects don't snitch on each other to avoid arrest
Sipped the old gold style, beat it in trial
I drank Old Gold beer and won in court
My mild-mannered .9 Bandit, flow drunk
My quiet friend is actually a gun-toting criminal
Razor sharp rip 'em, bites lift 'em
Our rhymes are sharp and impactful
We at the Jam direct
We are performing at a live show
The Ghetto Gospel, collaboration
Our music reflects the struggles of the ghetto
One word could change the nation
Our message could inspire change
Tuna Salad and Puma rackin' he's
We're eating tuna salad and wearing Puma shoes
Pushin' through the projects, captain
We're moving through the projects
Get your money, yo show me no slackin'
We need to keep making money and stay focused
We drive the meanest Joints
We're driving nice cars
Shoot through Medina wit a Evisu Jeans and Nina's
We're walking around Medina in designer clothes and shoes
Stop by Juniors we hittin' cheeba
We're stopping by Junior's to smoke marijuana
Briefly, crackers observe
White people are briefly watching us
You got the undercovers
The police are undercover
Niggas just love us, we know they suckers
People like us, but we know they're easily fooled
Watch these fake niggaz wit these Thank You cards
Be wary of people who act nice but are not genuine
Them shits is bogey
Those things are fake
Snitches in the hood up to no good
There are snitches in the neighborhood that are causing trouble
We would kill a lot of Motherfuckers but the timin' ain't good
We would take revenge, but it's not the right time
So while my bankroll climbin'
While I am making more money
I be out on consignment, breezin'
I am out dealing drugs, feeling relaxed
Ki's wit 29 letter melted cheeses
I have kilos of drugs with special symbols on them
All of my papers now in real estate
All my wealth is now invested in real estate
White folks been doin' this since '69
White people have been investing in real estate since 1969
It's billions and killer weight
There are billions of dollars and a lot of drugs involved
So prosperous moves wit the jewels, wit Wu Nikes on
I am successful and wealthy, wearing Wu-Tang Nikes
It's cool don't ever act like niggaz ain't who new
Don't act like you don't know me
Yea! we just sit back, in the luxury toasters
We are riding in luxury cars
Slidin' through the motherfuckin' projects
We are driving through the projects
Stand away from you fake ass Motherfuckers
Stay away from fake people
Layin' out in the barber shops, gettin' fucked up cuts
People are hanging out at the barber shop and getting bad haircuts
We don't respect ya'll (Don't respect ya'll)
We don't respect fake people
Knaw' sayin'? This is Shala Lewis Rich
You know what I'm saying? I am known as Shala Lewis Rich
Pete Rock, Masta Killa, The Vatican
These are our names
One! I'm gone
That's it, I'm done
Lyrics © JORAM MUSIC PUBLISHING
Written by: ADALITA, ADAM KANE ROBERTSON, DEAN JAMES TURNER
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@user-ii3cp7ot3s
This beat always stuck with me, so you know it’s fire.
@wogdiddy4468
My bad, I didn't know
@lamontlauren367
This been in rotation since it came out….and till this day of writing….masta killa bodied this….salute
@meekmozart5216
His flow is impeccable 🗣️🔥🎙️👐🏾
@tiransims501
masta killah snap
@dannybx78
2008 classic right here.
@413westernmassbornjp6
Omg 😳 that beat is so smoov
@ChefAnatoly
East Coasting!
@djdoobius
Love the Fantasy Three "It's Your Rock" sample
@romaindixneuf7878
Pete Rock made a dedicace to Large Professor with the sample of "Mad Scientist" and an other sample used in "Just A Friendly Game Of Base Ball" in Main Source album.