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..