Letras:
Nick Black Something Real

getting sick of it You never let me feel... It's just a little bit, I'm getting sick of it I wanted something real... Just give me something real Just give me something real

got shot. CHORUS: (Yeah) I speak no evil. (Yeah) Yo Nick Jr. (?Pagel?) man. Step to 'em. This world is crazy and it must be sick. Be like Nick, you get righteous real

homie, Mike D Alright, lets kick it Ready, go Get on the mic Get get on the mic Just get on the mic Get on the mic, Mike Let's be real and don't cloud

revolver, involve you in an insolvable attack whack you like the Black Dahlia Hook (x2): Cut open your grill, peel, slice Motherfucker I'm a carve you up real

Budden) Them wolves is out nigga (Ransom) Ain?t nobody tryna rap or play me I?ll be at they crib wit a couple hammers and a black OAV Black gon pay

way out in the sticks, they house looking slick It's like some shit straight out of a Hollywood flick Me and my clique met the chick up at Saint Nicks

See the shit then I cop it got but a house note in my pocket I'm on south beach with the top off Bad bitch and her ass soft Something outta that catalogue

and got shot Yah, I speak no evil (2x) Yo, Nick do me a favor Step up! [Kool Nick] His world is crazy It must be sick Be like Nick Get ricious real

I go hard When they see me pull up I whip it real hard, I whip it real hard (whip it whip it) Real hard, I whip it real hard (Whip it, Whip it real hard