Project Hallways Lyrics - Juvenile Hell - Mobb Deep

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 

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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 

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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