Verse 1

Written By Alan Collins (Collie)

No lies, I’ve never been Streetwise, went from
Meek and mild, to the youth gone wild, as a
Teen child, I would get well roiled, I’d
Always be jealous of me mates that were spoiled

But now I appreciate all that I had
Not all of the lads had a mam or a dad
But I did, so I should think me self blessed
I shouldn’t have got worked up over the rest

Back then it never stopped me actin’ the lout
Cans in St. Anne’s Park left us with out
A bleedin’ leg to stand on, baked like jambon’s
Bulmer’s effects, I experienced hands on

Bloody like tampons, me temples would be
Lookin’ like I just walked out of Temple Street
After getting in a scrap over territory
Many wars rage, that’s childhood to me

Chorus \ Instrumental

Verse 2

Written By Kieron Ryan (Redzer)

See things are never mundane, at any time on the streets
1 day I’m a dealer, next day I’m a thief
And you can see us on the field, or even catch us on the road
But never at the same time, to keep the Garda on their toes

Frozen can in our hand, as we’re watchin’ a fight
See this bloke goin’ nuts; he doesn’t know he was spiked
We’re just livin’ the life, but people flee at the sight
Of 15 hooded Dubs out a 3 in the night

But we’re not given a shite we’re gonna do what we like
Not gonna bate this poor bloke, just wanna give him a fright
Because we’re high as a kite, from doin’ bags of the white
That’s why so many blokes go nuts and wanna whip out a knife

These parent’s sick of the strife, and wish that we could be nice
And think twice before we end up known the prisoner’s plight
But this isn’t the states, so we don’t live with 3 strikes
So all the boys are goin’ wild and love playin’ that street life

Chorus \ Instrumental

Verse 3

Written By John Rahaman (Ratman)

I was me, Eggy, Neas, getting’ locked at the shops
Gore-Tex, Air Max, had a hand full o’ dosh
Hit the wall for a slash, kept the hash in me socks
Doin’ joints when it lashed, kept an eye for the cops

We were, off to the park with us pushin’
Havin’ mess scraps, throwin’ digs buzzin’
Start given stick, sayin’ shit about nothin’
“I rode yer ma”, “Yeah well I did yer cousin”

Ha ha, sipped the last drip of the cider,
Straight up to Betties, got 6 for a fiver
Back to the park, grippin skins and a lighter
Spark with a grin, everything gets brighter

Give it socks, to the moths, get our rocks
And we al had the craic, coz we’re out on the doss
More often then not, we were caught in a fight
Coolock in the night, street life, yeah

Chorus \ Instrumental

Verse 4

Written By Rob Byrne (Nu-Centz)

Coz they can’t figure out the money that Nu’s makin’
Coz I keep low sellin’ coke like news agents
A week’s all you get on that powder tick,
Or 20 lads at yer gaff on some rowdy shit

Flows lash ‘em out, comin nutin but heavy
Bags flyin’ everywhere, no government levy
This is nutin ye can’t stand, this is the grand plan
Lash cans up in the lab with Ratman, just

Gimmie the track, for me rapin’ a beat
How I stay in the street 7 days in a week
If yer sellin' something’ bogie, keep makin’ it cheap
Don’t bother dishin' out, if you’re afraid of police

I’ve seen the lads get bashed, the lads get gashed
The lads sell hash, so the lads get cash
The lads get mashed, till they’re off the head
Then wake up in the morning, do it all again, It’s that street life

Chorus \ Instrumental