Plies - Still in 'Em (The Calm Before the Storm) lyrics

[Intro] Ay, homie Y'all tuned into a real n***a, dog Real n***a every day, 365, you feel me, dog? Ay, I can die tomorrow, homie I'm good, I done lived it, you feel me, homie? [Chorus] I got pistols, got money, got street cred Got the whips, got hoes, got j**elry Got one foot in the street, the other foot in the Feds Real n***a, so it's some things I ain't never did Never snitched, never b**hed up and never ran Never hated, never copped deuces, never that Ain't who you know in the streets, it's what you did in them Been through it all in the streets and I'm still in them [Verse 1] A real n***a every day, 365 And when I talk to you, don't look off, I look in your eye If it's p**y n***a, I'ma get it out you every time And I done made it where if you a f** n***a, you can't survive I speak the truth while y'all p**y n***as living lies I know the streets, homie, I don't know the other side The n***as in prison the ones who give me the drive Real n***a first, rap n***a by accident A street n***a and a product of my environment Me being a f** n***a is something that was never meant And I don't vibe with p**y n***as, that's common sense Me being a real n***a is all I done ever been [Chorus] I got pistols, got money, got street cred Got the whips, got hoes, got j**elry Got one foot in the street, the other foot in the Feds Real n***a, so it's some things I ain't never did Never snitched, never b**hed up and never ran Never hated, never copped deuces, never that Ain't who you know in the streets, it's what you did in them Been through it all in the streets and I'm still in them [Verse 2] I only f** with n***as that's street certified And I only f** with n***as, dog, that'll up fire If you ain't 'bout that gangsta, n***a, keep sliding And don't you n***as get it f**ed up, I ain't friendly I speak to you n***as 'cause that's the real n***a in me But being a p**y a** n***a ain't part of the business A thug n***a, real n***a all in one, you hear me? I ain't one of these n***as that blew and surround himself with k**ers My n***as was k**ers back then; they k**ers now, n***a I ain't one of these p**y a** n***as that run forty deep Give me four or five real n***as and a lot of heat Don't care what it look like, pimping, it ain't sweet So if I ain't what you looking for, I can get you on TV Laid in a pool of blood, covered in a white sheet And do your research, the streets'll vouch for me You hear the real n***a in me every time I speak [Chorus] I got pistols, got money, got street cred Got the whips, got hoes, got j**elry Got one foot in the street, the other foot in the Feds Real n***a, so it's some things I ain't never did Never snitched, never b**hed up and never ran Never hated, never copped deuces, never that Ain't who you know in the streets, it's what you did in them Been through it all in the streets and I'm still in them