Marky Mark intro:
Ha, yeah. I know what you're all thinking
That this is some old Janet Jackson type of [bad word] 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 [bad word]  a wild kid, out to get a bid
Did some [bad word] that he never shoulda did
But he payed da price, lived real [bad word] his life, and lived by the knife....
Had ta learn da hard way..but some day u gotta pay so wat da [bad word] ya say..

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
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, a 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
 [bad word] 

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