[Verse 1: Nas]
Black hoods, cops and projects. Sewers flooded with foul blockage
The gutter's wild and every child watches
Chains in top locks get ripped off hinges
Doors kicked off, drunks stag off Smirnoff. Wipe your beard off
Crippled dope fiends in wheelchairs stare. Vision blurry
'Cause buried deep in they mind are hidden stories
Bet he's a mirror image of that '70s era
He's finished for the rest of his life, 'til he fades out
The liquor store workers miss him but then, it plays out
So many ways out the hood, but no signs say "out"
Mental slave house where gats go off, I show off
Niggas up north prison-ology talk 'til they time cut off
You should chill if you short. Prepare deep thought
To hit the street again, get it on. Get this paper and breathe again
Plan to leave somethin' behind
So your name'll live on, no matter what the game lives on
[Chorus: Ron Isley & Nas]
Lookin' out of my project window (Lookin' out)
Oh, I feel uninspired
Lookin' out, lookin' out of my project window (Oh, I'm lookin' out)