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Tytuł: Project hallways

  • Wykonawca: Mobb Deep
  • Wy¶wietleń: 177

  
   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
  
  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