Capital City Streetz

[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!