Project Hallways Lyrics by Mobb Deep

Project Hallways Lyrics

    Niggaz catchin bodies in the project hallways

    Project hallways, the project hallways..
    Project hallways, the project hallways..

    Step in to my highrise hell
    You gots to be on the up and up
    Watch your back, pump your crack
    But don't forget to re-up
    A burner's your god and you pray to it all day
    Then at night, you catch a body
    But it's just the shit you got to do
    Cause if you wasn't watchin, they'd catch your ass too
    You gotta go all out if you want props
    Or you can just kill a man, and it's the same for cops
    Now you want a little fame from the drug game
    Whether you shoot em up, or pump cracks, it's all the same
    But fuck it you're in it to win it
    Fat uptown, cookies in the rocks, your spot's hot
    Now you're livin the life of a project sad song
    Makin your loot from all the right wrongs
    But that's the way it goes when you choose your path
    And you might just, feel the pain of a tec 22 blast
    All out war, with niggaz from the next block
    You're pullin out the glock, to shut em down
    Now you're mr. big shot in your tribe
    Niggaz know your name from mt. vernon, to southside
    Comin from the streets of fright
    Where the only thing you'll know is how to roll it up right
    And load it up, tight, you're startin a block war
    Nigga pull the trigga if you want a little more
    Frank nitty style, buckwild
    Thirty-eight slugs from uptown thugs
    No question, you're true to the game
    Since the age of a little brand nubian
    From skelly tops to props ? and all that
    Now you're puttin your block on the map
    A role model to the petty drug dealers
    Banana clip style, my neighborhood's buckwild
    You can't forget who you came from
    See you later maybe sooner in the project hallways

    Project hallways, the project hallways
    Niggaz catchin bodies in the project hallways
    Project hallways, the project hallways
    Niggaz catchin bodies in the project hallways
    Project hallways, the project hallways
    Niggaz catchin bodies

    A little hellbound nigga, shoot em up, light em up
    Pull the trigger, pass the 40 in the project hallways
    Runnin through the doorways, back in the days
    Just a little snot nosed bastard
    Always causin havoc, with a blade
    But now it's a burner, used, for murder
    Step a little closer and your ass is grass
    You better move fast 'fore i kick that ass
    Cause i'm sharp like glass, but i won't break
    Walk into the project hallways is your big mistake
    You little bitch ass nigga, you shoulda known better
    You'll get done, did, a kid from the 'bridge
    Who gets buck, and couldn't give a fuck about your daze
    I'm talkin bout the project hallways

    Catchin bodies in the project hallways

    Project hallways, chillin in the project hallways
    To survive around my way
    You gotta play a knuckle game every day
    Lost in the shuffle of hardrocks
    And knocks on the streets of the uptown blocks
    Load the glocks, who got the mox'
    A little gun bangin bad-ass project thug
    You're in the wrong part of town kid
    Mr. buddha on the 13th floor, gimme some more
    Sess bag it up real quick kid
    Tap the ? shit, the brew, pass the phil'
    What's my name? niggaz call me little shorty gets ill
    And bag em up on the street corner
    And bust em open in the project hallways

    Check it out, yo
    Around the way kid the sun don't shine
    Phillie blunts kid i got what you want and it's time
    My dialogue with the project cause motivate
    Move, what? i never lose
    Freestyle project hallway style
    But the shit ain't real unless you got that buddha filled
    Chalm, keep me goin on when i perform
    Charge the brain, lick em up, that's the name of the game
    So it's the move when i move little smooth
    On the motherfuckin mission and i just improve
    Upstairs, niggaz dyin on the 6th floor
    Cause in the projects, shit is mad rough
    So take a puff and relax your mind
    J.v. crimes, most of the time
    You might catch my crew, with a sixty-four brew
    Watch your back, cause we're comin through
    With a fat sack of 1-2-1 son
    And the shit ain't fun, unless i get some
    Of the action, little shorty execute
    I'm killin niggaz in the hallways
    Til there ain't no more left to shoot
    So if you can't take the heat, stay out of the ways
    Before you 'come a victim of the project hallways

    Project hallways, the project hallways
    Niggaz catchin bodies in the project hallways
    Project hallways, the project hallways
    Niggaz catchin bodies in the project hallways

    Project hallways, the project hallways
    Niggaz catchin bodies in the project hallways
    Project hallways, the project hallways
    Niggaz shoot em up in the project hallways

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