| 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 |