Life In The Streets Lyrics - Singles - Marky Mark

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 paid the price, lived real strife 

Ruined his life and lived by the knife 

Had to learn the hard way 

that some day you gotta pay 

So what the hey, I 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 

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 

'cause 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