Juicy J – These Streets (Lyrics & Video)

These Streets – Juicy J Lyrics

Man, your best thing, man, if you can avoid it, bruh

Stay out these streets

Tired of seein' niggas gettin' locked up

They cook niggas, man, I'm sick of this shit

Come on

These streets only lead to jail, death, or wealth (Uh-huh)

You gotta know how to move and that's by yourself (You know it)

Some niggas locked behind them bars, some got the belt (Yup, yup)

Some niggas stand on business, play the cards that they was dealt (Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go, let's do it)

When you start gettin' some paper, gotta watch your bros (Watch 'em)

Some of 'em really ridin' with you, some of 'em playin' a role (Mhm)

Keep your head on a swivel, keep your third eye open (Open)

You never know who gettin' jealous, they wan' stop your motion (Yep)

Tell me, have you ever seen the movie Juice? (Have you?)

Well, you probably got a Bishop somewhere in your crew (I told you)

You think that's your ride-or-die until he slide on you (Mhm)

You wanna watch the way you move, niggas be droppin' clues

How come when he come around, can't look you in your eyes? (Can't do it)

Nine times out of ten, he got somethin' to hide

Your intuition is the key to your survival

It's fucked up when your road dogs turn into your rivals (Man)

These streets only lead to jail, death, or wealth (Shit crazy)

You gotta know how to move and that's by yourself (Mhm)

Some niggas locked behind them bars, some got the belt (You know it)

Some niggas stand on business, play the cards that they was dealt (Patta)

These streets eat you up-ah, you gon' be the supper

Act like you're tough, but 7.62 bullets are tougher

I know that you know that you really ain't the one (Nah, nah)

You was hidin', scared, only way that you killin' somethin' (Only)

Don't you let the devil trick you out your life, trick you off the streets

Bullets went through his hoodie, man, knocked him off his feet (Pew)

Heartless, I was in that darkness

You wasn't even in it, but you still got shot regardless

Bullets ain't got no name, most of y'all be so lame

Infatuated with the street illusion, this is no game

Real killers who pop pills leave victims in cold chills

Hundred-round drums on the hunt, man, for more kills (Eugh)

These streets only lead to jail, death, or wealth (Shit crazy)

You gotta know how to move and that's by yourself (Mhm)

Some niggas locked behind them bars, some got the belt (You know it)

Some niggas stand on business, play the cards that they was dealt (Yeah)

These streets only lead to jail, death, or wealth

You gotta know how to move and that's by yourself

Some niggas locked behind them bars, some got the belt

Some niggas stand on business, play the cards that they was dealt

Tell me, have you ever seen the movie Juice? (Movie Juice)

Well, you probably got a Bishop somewhere in your crew (In your crew)