Here we go, so pay attention to the teacher
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Here to preach a lesson to reach ya
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Brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews
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Think that I'm joking? Well then F you
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Cause I'm here to put you up on a crime scoop
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It'll only take a minute of your time, troop
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So don't be a dummy or a lame brain
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Lord Finesse is teaching so just maintain
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I'm not trying to diss you or even teach you
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But here to teach you we are all equal
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And show y'all in fact there's a better way
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Than depending on Welfare or Medicaid
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So finish up school and pass the scholar quiz
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And show your children what the value of a dollar is
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Cause many children are hard to please today
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Cause they're searching for some type of easy way
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But there's not, so who's at fault here?
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So think about the lesson being taught here
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How many brothers in the world you see today
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Can say that they're living the legal way?
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Out of 20, I could say a few of them
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Out of seven I could say about two of them
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Live correct and, show respect and
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Don't sweat was is owned by the next man
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Or front the role, being harder or tougher
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Or live the life of a hustler
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Selling that white stuff just to make a fast buck
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But they don't stand tough when in handcuffs
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So understand and comprehend and see, kid
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You don't wanna take a fall like he did
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Or she did or they did, or how others did
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So don't sweat the lifestyle of another kid
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Get yours by achieving and planning
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So when they fall you'll still be standing
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Set your goal, and know what your quest is
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Open your ears to this positive message
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"Listen up, listen up" "We're all in this together" - Cut 4x
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Now I'll scramble, because life's a gamble
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And like others, you go out like a candle
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Like my man Tone who had crazy potential
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Before he went to the house for the mentally
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Disturbed, before he had crazy truck jewelery
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If he wasn't scrambling, you could have fooled me
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He was paid, to all the girls handsome
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He could have passed for Donald Trump's grandson
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He had what it took, the fame, the glory
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Yeah, let's get deep in the story
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Drug dealer Tone had everything sewn
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Lots to own, he had a car with a phone
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A cool brother, maxing, chilling
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He always hung out in front of the building
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But in the drug game there's no time for maxing
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You always have others who want some action
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And so many was jealous of Tone
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Cause of the things he owned and how he got known
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He had a few friends, or rather he thought he did
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Some hired help, some really dirty naughty kids
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Blood they shed, will kill people dead
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And fill them with lead at the nod of Tone's head
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For Tone, everything was going great
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Because him and his friends would sit and conversate
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He would chill, relax and just sit back
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His friends got unruly, but Tone wasn't with that
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Til one day he saw them sharing it
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He thought to himself "It wouldn't hurt to experiment"
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So they passed it (inhales) he hit it
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There you have it, Tone got addicted
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Like most drug stories, the end sound the same
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Cause everything he had went down the drain
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He lost everything, the money, the work
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The car, to Tone, drugs came first
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The wrong thing was for Tone to start that
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He was getting beamed up like a member of Star Trek
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The young brother went insane
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Forgot his name, yo that's a damn shame
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But someone in the street took responsibility
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And checked Tone into a drug facility
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Now Tone has a chance to get better
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And clever, and get himself together
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You may not like the way that I say this
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But drugs ain't nothing to play with
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So don't be pressured by what the grown say
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Be yourself and walk your own way
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"Listen up, listen up" "We're all in this together" - Cut 4x
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Lesson to be Taught
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Lord Finesse |