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, Buck Wild   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 [Incomprehensible]   Now you're puttin' your block on the map      A role model to the petty drug dealers   Banana clip style, my neighborhood's Buck Wild   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 hell bound 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 [Incomprehensible] 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, [Incomprehensible] 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   Till there ain't no more left to shoot   So if you can't take the heat, stay out of the ways   Before you become 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