Marky Mark intro: Ha, yeah. I know what you\'re all thinking That this is some old Janet Jackson type of @#! but it ain\'t about that This if the real, the street life trauma Yo, I grew up rough in the streets of Boston, Massachusetts Lived real ruthless, a wild kid, out to get a bid Did some #@! that he never shoulda did But he payed da price, lived real trife Ruined his life, and lived by the knife.... Had ta learn da hard way..but some day u gotta pay so wat da hell.. Prince Ital Joe: Life in the streets ain\'t easy All I see is pain and misery I kneel and pray for the betrayed Strength and protection to survive in the society This is the life in the streets And that\'s how we live it Marky Mark: Hard and mean at sixteen, livin\' like a beam, theme Out scheming for the green Quick to kill, I gets ill, I make ya blood spill I cut ya throat for your goose-down coat Cuz statistic show that kids with no dough ain\'t got no chance, got nowhere to go That\'s why life on the streets is like a trifular beat It\'ll echo in ya head till you\'re dead on the concrete Prince Ital Joe: Life in the streets is a mystery Don\'t know my friends from my enemies Up to lot, could be trouble But I\'ll hold tight and I will never give up the fight (Chorus) This one is dedicated to all the homeless people to every youth that\'s growin\' up on the streets You know, we\'re living for a dream one day that there\'ll be no more homeless people in the world Life in the streets is not easy