Lyrics

[Intro: Gunnery Sergeant Hartman (R. Lee Ermey) & Recruits] Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I am Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your senior drill instructor. From now on you will speak only when spoken to, and the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be "Sir". Do you maggots understand that? Recruits: Sir, yes Sir Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit, I can't hear you. Sound off like you got a pair! Recruits: SIR, YES SIR! [Verse 1: Qualm] They forced my hand against the grain on rough land Atoms fall when it rains, memories of lost fam Some fell to the gun, some stuck in the can Some were forced to run, I chose to stand A warrior, survival enhanced Premеditated murder, now your blood's on my hands I'm just a product of the circumstancе At a young age, learned crime pays, forced to be a man But I wouldn't change it for nothing, it made me who I am A born leader, a poet, a teacher I die for the fam, do all that I can Feeling like the world is damned Etched in history, the evil in man Got me stressed, cigarettes burn a hole in my chest In a conflict soul possessed Day by day we starving at his door to collect Money, power, respect, I sit and reflect [Chorus] In the streets we grimy and gritty, die for a penny In the streets we Capital City, killing 'em quickly In the streets we ride for the milli, locked in a penny Where my streets be, Capital City, march if you with me In the streets we grimy and gritty, die for a penny In the streets we Capital City, killing 'em quickly In the streets we ride for the milli, locked in a penny Where my streets be, Capital City, march if you with me [Verse 2: Knowledge] They say life is what you make it to be Pops dropped his seed in the concrete so I was raised in the street But faithfully I'm the cat y'all hate me to be A great emcee, spectacular, amazing the peeps Done block shows that y'all can't capably see Fuck your face up, get Picasso to paint it for me March if you know the movement, start the revolution Keep it hard (Why?) 'Cause you see more Timbs than Home Improvement Park it like he hot but I know he can't handle it Seen more shit than waste management, my manuscript Hollow tips, hoes got more than pride they swallowin' From the South, you look like a deer caught in the halogens From the land where stickup kids hide in the bushes Sound like crooked, get your fate damn took and look in the bookend This the sickest shit you ever done thought of Taking your whole label down with sixteen bars, what? [Chorus] In the streets we grimy and gritty, die for a penny In the streets we Capital City, killing 'em quickly In the streets we ride for the milli, locked in a penny Where my streets be, Capital City, march if you with me In the streets we grimy and gritty, die for a penny In the streets we Capital City, killing 'em quickly In the streets we ride for the milli, locked in a penny Where my streets be, Capital City, march if you with me [Chorus] In the streets we grimy and gritty, die for a penny In the streets we Capital City, killing 'em quickly In the streets we ride for the milli, locked in a penny Where my streets be, Capital City, march if you with me In the streets we grimy and gritty, die for a penny In the streets we Capital City, killing 'em quickly In the streets we ride for the milli, locked in a penny Where my streets be, Capital City, march if you with me [Outro: Gunnery Sergeant Hartman] Because I am hard, you will not like me. But the more you hate me, the more you will learn. I am hard but I am fair. There is no racial bigotry here. I do not look down on kikes, wops or greasers. Here you are all equally worthless. And my orders are to weed out all non-hackers who do not pack the gear to serve in my beloved Corps. Do you maggots understand that? Recruits: Sir, yes, sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit! I can't hear you! Recruits: Sir, yes, sir!