| yea
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| Jedi Mind Tricks
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| my man Stoup holdin’me down
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| yea yea
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| It’s been five years since you’ve been locked in the PEN
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| And not to mention all the fuckin drama it bring
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| You always in my heart and that’s a BEAUTIFUL thing
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| like warm air flowin from a beautiful spring
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| But that’s sum wild shit to do to a king
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| And maybe some day i’ll get used to the sting
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| For now i’ll been thinkin about you everyday
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| And how we use to dumb out in everyway
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| Brought a smile to my face on my hardest of days
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| and praying that your mother and your father can raise
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| Your little brother into a man one day
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| I’ll stay in touch with him so the plan won’t stray
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| But don’t you worry about your little brother, he fine
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| He smart with a heart and he steadily shine
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| And if the little soulja ever step outta line
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| u know i’m gonna be there to show him the time
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| So what the deal cuzin how it feel right now
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| I’ll be there soon so just chill right now
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| Whas the deal cuzin how you feel right now
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| I’ll be there soon so just chill right now
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| Yea it’s Vinnie Paz, you know i’m sayin, Jedi Mind i’m holdin’u down baby
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| I’d rather walk these hollow grounds wit a glock or four pounds
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| Police lookin over my back with a glock it’s low down
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| Wit a clock that slows down, it shoots flock wit no sound
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| And i’m carried away on my back like a stone popper party
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| Lyin’til’my soul hurts (soul hurts)
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| Mad as fuck scared and stuck, i can’t control earth
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| Surrounded feelin like a cold hearse wanting to fold first
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| I thank my peeps every day becuz they chose birth
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| I’m totally greatful, at times i act hateful
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| Ya’ll wish ya’ll feed over me to reside in a gold cradle
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| Brown paper bag living in the latest whips
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| Trips to Ep Cops Centre in the space and shit
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| Always reminisce about the shit you laced us with
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| Always the street legend to the bravest cliques
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| And now i see niggaz gettin, it makes me sick
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| The same shit that could’ve made us rich, made us snitch
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| Divide the men from the boys see what makes them bitch
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| To watch mothers lovin’struggles just to raise their kids
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| Soar my mind every time that i raise this fifth
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| And drink the bottle til’it’s hollow and it all makes sense
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| Get it right, blood is thicker than water, could never shit on my peeps
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| Allah space |