Nas, Bravehearts, Millenium Thug Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Kids in Da P.J.'s

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 [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