Hey I'd like to tell you a little story 
 
 about my man named Dee 
 
 Yo, even from when he was little 
 
 he was like kinda on a tough tip 
 
 Doin all that stuff 
 
 But, I'ma tell you the way.. 
 
 .. it should really go like.. 
 
 .. the way he would say it now check this out 
 
  
  When I was young, he always dreamed of bein rich 
 
 But compared to then, that'd been a big switch 
 
 Drivin big cars, wearin rings and ropes 
 
 but man without a plan all he had was hopes 
 
 So he sat down, and thought, what he wanted to be 
 
 But it seems, no occupation had appeal to Dee 
 
 He didn't wanna be a doctor, he don't like school 
 
 It wasn't that he was dumb, he just thought he was too cool 
 
 Cause all the moneymakers and the big-time crooks 
 
 he never ever seen NONE of them carryin books 
 
 He used to be on the block, do whatever they pleased 
 
 Never had a nine to five, but STILl clocked G's 
 
 Harold Reuben, Freewood Ave would make a man of them too 
 
 And he thought, yeah that's the life, he wanna do like they do 
 
 So he start to flip and cut class with the big boys 
 
 Take other kids toys, cause he didn't dig noid 
 
 He'd rather run the block and watch the hustlers play 
 
 And he'll say, he wanna be just like that one day 
 
 He used to run in the stores, steal cookies and candy bars 
 
 Watchin the pimps roll by in they fancy cars 
 
 But never did the thought even pass 
 
 at the time, he 'posed to have his behind in class 
 
 So when report cards came, all he received was a F jack 
 
 And he got his neck smacked, for cold gettin left back 
 
 But yet and still, he didn't care 
 
 Cause to him, school's for the birds so he didn't belong there 
 
 When he was only eight he hung out with the pros 
 
 And he went, from stealin candy, to boostin clothes 
 
 He used to dip out the class, go straight to the mall 
 
 And he'll take, ANYTHING from anybody at all 
 
 His neighbors used to ask his mother "Brown what's WRONG witcha child? 
 
 He done ROBBED my damn house again, yo that kid is buck wild.." 
  
 
 Yo, I don't know whassup, but he be BUGGIN word up 
 
 Yo that yo.. I'm just sayin like this 
 
 I don't whassup, but 
 
 I think you will understand a little bit more of the situation 
 
 I'ma say like he would say it, on this second part 
 
 So just check this out aight? 
 
 Just kick it one two three, go head, go head man, go head 
  
 
 He was a crook -- at the age of nine 
 
 Do whatever it took -- he'll ROB YOU BLIND 
 
 Snatchin pocketbooks, robbin blind ol men 
 
 way back WHEN.. when he was only ten 
 
 Then when he was in 5th grade, he carried a switchblade 
 
 Tried to stay rich to keep him and his bitch paid 
 
 And if he ever had to travel somewhere far 
 
 Take a bus? PSSH - HE'D GO STEAL HIM A CAR! 
 
 He'd always choose to live his life the wild way 
 
 Tag?! Russian Roulette is what he'll play 
 
 His moms and pops told him when he first reached Junior High 
 
 the way you live determine just how soon you die 
 
 And he didn't care because to him it was fun 
 
 and he was only THIRTEEN when he got his first gun 
 
 He robbed stores and did stick-ups frequently 
 
 Gave a new name to juvenile delinquency 
 
 And yeah you know that, he, was on the go 
 
 Seven days of the week, he kept his pockets full of dough 
 
 But he was headed for a dead end fast 
 
 Cold riskin his ass for petty cash that didn't last 
 
 Went back and forth to jail six times 
 
 for stolen cars and stick-up and various crimes 
 
 So when he sit in his cell, he reminisce as a child 
 
 it don't pay to do crime today, so don't be buck wild.. 
  
 
 Ay that that that's a little bit of a lesson 
 
 for all the kids out there you know now 
 
 Yeah yeah yeah you know what I'm sayin 
 
 And this is comin from 
 
 The Grand High Exalted Mystic Ruler 
 
 Ain't no one cooler 
 
 In 7th grade I had a teacher named Mr. Dulah 
 
 who used to wear his pants up to his chest 
 
 And I want you to just listen 
 
 cause.. this is no joke, so don't be buck wild..