Project Hallways Mobb Deep

[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