[Verse 1: Slip Capone] Recognize, realize, and analyze Born in the place they call gangsta Hawthorne, Californ-I-A All the way to Philidelphia, PA Pass gall project, Richard [?] Around the corner from the bank, the steady B robbed Respect the bandana Banana clip in the hammer, smoking Joe Frazier Street lights, street fights, three strikes Khakis and street nights, what it look like? Gambling, three dice, see the blue and red lights Shootout with police like free Ice Mike Handcuffed in the back seat of the car I swear to god, life shouldn’t be so hard S O S, same old shit, it never fails A white man’s heaven is a black man’s hell
[Hook: Philly Swain] From gutter to gutter, hood to hood like Philly to L.A., we living the hood life From the days of getting the hood white To nowadays we living the good life Gangsta living, a gangsta cinema-a Gangsta living, we can’t pretend for ya Gangsta living, a gangsta cinema-a You get out of line, we putting an end to ya [Verse 2: Philly Swain] Gangsta cinema, in your ass like an enema If I send for ya, homies’ll disfigure ya Philly Philly for really, I’m from the end where a nigga will put an end to your heart Cold as december bruh K clicks leave whole cliques dismembered, bruh Fry your eggs and scrambled The candle’s how they remember ya Collie, teeny-boppers on they bullshit Ain’t got a full deck but he got a full clip RIP Eazy E, but shit is ruthless Home of Montell Jordan, this is how we do this Preachers of LA getting paid out the pulpit (Lord forgive me), had to sneak that in on some cool shit Realize that real eyes booked the hatred that fueled this congregation Is clueless, what I’m saying is useless Mexican and blacks need to make truces Wisdom gang recruitment, this a new movement
[Hook: Philly Swain] From gutter to gutter, hood to hood like Philly to L.A., we living the hood life From the days of getting the hood white To nowadays we living the good life Gangsta living, a gangsta cinema-a Gangsta living, we can’t pretend for ya Gangsta living, a gangsta cinema-a You get out of line, we putting an end to ya
[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q] Know where to find me Look up in the sky, probably on that plane Headed to the place you call gangsta Where motherfuckers pack a burner And niggas take shots, no chaser It’s on ‘til the morning, walking through Philly like I’m back home House shoes on, bring the grip like a python In the projects where fifth graders act grown 211 stick ups, killed over fake stones Moms screamed “Why?”, killer fled unknown Mad at the pawn shop and scared of alarm clocks Waking up in cold sweats like army vets Feeling down at his worst, liquor got him at his best Shots blew out his chest, pill popper, X Man Left the crime scene marvelous Still remain anonymous Cops couldn’t catch up to him, they slow up Finally got away, oh yeah nigga, they po’ up ‘Til the cops got important tip Big mouth, nigga snitched, sent ‘em all on a trip Black judge, black D.A White public pretender, guess they still hang niggas Uh, gangsta cinema ScHoolboy Q
[Hook: Philly Swain] From gutter to gutter, hood to hood like Philly to L.A., we living the hood life From the days of getting the hood white To nowadays we living the good life Gangsta living, a gangsta cinema-a