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FeeL Me- Northsyde Nate

Classic Hip hop from the new generation with a scoop of soul! This was an old one that was revised. Picture a classy party in my hometown Vegas where everybody shows love... PartyTheme is just that! DMG!

PartyTHEME - DRC

EpisodE-Northsyde Nathan

Buddah$ Delight!-Northsyde Nathan

Wassup-Northsyde Nathan

Deep Soul Vibes with trap drums underneath a simple yet satisfying bar flip for thinkers and art lovers alike… on this shit right here.


Got da sac

Single

Blackness

Produced by Abstract Infinite 

Lyrics ✍🏿

HOOK🪝 

One thing if u fall, when u fall don't
Ain't my broad, if the broad don't 
Came to lift the bar, now the bar won't
Good smoke n the cigar, the cigar won't

Verse.✍🏿

Am i sick, i can't tell
Big heart thump
Under my lapel
They say ima threat
Try lock me in a cell 
But I'm back big poppin
Wit a knot on swell
Am i sick? i can't tell 
Warrior like sprewell
At ya neck like latrell
Out for the win 
But i took a couple Ls
Ran across a few snakes
While steppin on scales
Am i sick, i can't tell
ain't gotta dig deep 
for the drip I ain't well
They say I'm trippin 
But I can't fail
Holding on to old bread
Pockets all stale
Am i sick 
The goat wasn't Brady
It was Vick 
Broads mad that
I ain't a lick 
That nga ain't shit
I falls back
Ain't that a bitch
the whole time
She benefits
Ain't gotta pimp shit

HOOK🪝 

One thing if u fall, when u fall don't
Ain't my broad, if the broad don't 
Came to lift the bar, now the bar won't
Good smoke n the cigar, the cigar won't

VERSE.✍🏿

Imma provider
Till the wheels fall
Imma real rider
They can call me
Nigga, maracon, acata 
But they all follow 
our moves I got em
Lookin all shocked
When i walked in the room
I don't need the headress
Left it in the tomb
Call us baby boy
Say they left us in the womb
Why ya uncle sam
Try n press us like a goon 
Then they try hit us 
with the boot strap shit
Got it out the mud
Like it's dust on the kicks
Shot to Al Hayman
I don't fuc with the pics
Money flowing on the strip
Like bucks in the bricks 
This some Diceland shit

HOOK🪝 

One thing if u fall, when u fall don't
Ain't my broad, if the broad don't 
Came to lift the bar, now the bar won't
Good smoke n the cigar, the cigar won't

Stay

🎲Diceland Entertainment. 2024🎲

Produced by Yung Nab

(Watch the visuals here! 👀
https://youtu.be/J8sag3GAclg?si=BuKyWLHC_2wVn029)

Lyrics ✍🏿📓

Yeah the underdog came back
Really looking for a fade
Tell a hater run that
Walk down a liar 
when i run upon facts
Really going off
If we ever on that
Rep LV like the Louis Vuitton cat
My crew if it's on clap
At you and your ball cap
And keep a lid on the situation
Ran a race outta place
But thank u for your participation 
Left no casings
Fake judge got a case in
None of my fam
Listed in the implications
We are NOT with the Masons
Yeah my niggas so grimy 
We couldn't get out with mr Mason
Been chill and fly 
Since Cooley high
But we from Vegas not from the chi
Look outside it's chips stackin
24 / 7 and we can get that
Just have ya mind right
Before ya clique act
Lyrical exercise yeah this that
If i see you jumping sides 
Imma diss that
Nobody disagree
Just rats 
The code of the streets
We a trust that
You can call police
I rather bust back 
Call an enemy for help
Fuck that
you all about the chicken
Tryna cuff that?
Bird ass niggas
You can duck that
They come around
It could be another homicide
Young King gone
And his mommy cry
We don't get excuses
And we traumatized 
Play on these grounds 
And Imma slide
They leave you
Under sand in a box 
Shorty jumped in the fire
After playing in the pot 
The apex
Staying on top 
Manifest in the crib
I be praying on the spot
I use that in every situation
The game is hours this time 
Excuse me because 
I left you waiting
I had to learn a lil patience
But I'm back in all black
And steppin this isn't rhythm nation 
Before i had to flash
On you culture vultures
For Starbucks did you order
The provoke a mocha
My fam a mob 
I don't gotta join lacostra nostra
Fends gamble with they life
Call it smoker poker
Out here they fold jokers
Better raise up
Ya version of the truth
Is all made up 
Fake niggas in the booth
Getting Kayed up
You was big chillin 
you was laid up
yeah got you mid slumber
Halfway sleep now you
All the way under
Dozed off to dear summer
Then i just blazed 
And gave u some from the drummer
This only if i ever had to roc a fella 
No sneak disses i don't do it
Dog Pac a never
It was something like 
a RnB, Pop endeavor 
I had her singing no music
It was acapella
squad dropping ill tapes 
Like the early 90s
I'm like Nas in 90 
Search they can barley find me
The evolution cuz now 
you could never sign me
If you ever cut me out
Then you better line me
I told you that I'm back for the fade 
Married to the culture yeah that's bae 
U can keep the whips & chains
To the lil hat Js
we came back for the slaves

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