Project Hallways

By Mobb Deep

On Juvenile Hell

Released on April 13, 1993

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[Chorus]

Niggas catchin' bodies in the project hallways

Project hallways, the project hallways

Project hallways, the project hallways


[Verse 1]

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 niggas from the next block

You're pullin' out the Glock to shut 'em down

Now you're Mr. Big Shot in your ride

Niggas know your name from Mt. Vernon to Southside

Comin' from the streets of fright

Where the only thing you learned was how to roll it up right

And load it up tight, you're startin' a block war

Nigga, pull the trigger 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 of 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 where you came from

See you later, maybe sooner in the project hallways


[Chorus]

Project hallways, the project hallways

Niggas catchin' bodies in the project hallways

Project hallways, the project hallways

Niggas catchin' bodies in the project hallways

Project hallways, the project hallways

Niggas catchin' bodies


[Verse 2]

A little hell-bound nigga, shoot 'em up, light 'em up

Pull the trigger, pass the forty 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 should've 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


[Chorus]

Catchin' bodies in the project hallways

Project hallways, chillin' in the project hallways


[Verse 3]

To survive around my way

You gotta play a knuckle game every day

Lost in the shuffle of hard rocks

And knocks on the streets of the uptown blocks

Load the Glocks, who got the Mott's?

A little gun-bangin' badass project thug

You're in the wrong part of town, kid

Mr. Buddha on the thirteenth floor, give me some more

Sess, bag it up real quick, kid

Tap the snooze, hit the brew, pass the Phil'

What's my name? Niggas call me Little Shorty Gets Ill

And bag 'em up on the street corner

And bust 'em open in the project hallways


[Verse 4]

Check it out, yo

Around my 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

Charm keeps 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, niggas dyin' on the sixth 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' niggas 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


[Chorus]

Project hallways, the project hallways

Niggas catchin' bodies in the project hallways

Project hallways, the project hallways

Niggas catchin' bodies in the project hallways

Project hallways, the project hallways

Niggas catchin' bodies in the project hallways

Project hallways, the project hallways

Niggas shoot 'em up in the project hallways