Gangsta Cinema - Slip Capone, Dae One, ScHoolboy Q

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

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

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

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

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

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