Testo Kids In Da P.J.'s

[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 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