I grew up in the city where everything is rough
Where everywhere i turn i seen somebody gettin bust
Plus everywhere i look
All i could see is a crackhead or a goddamned crook
Runninand' around with a pistol or a blade
Stickinand' up in other words gettinand' paid
But i chose not to follow those ways
Cause the only place you headinand' is to jail or the grave
But on the other hand
I know a man named stan
Who in the future had plans
To be successful on his quest to
Take his moms and pops out the ghetto
But that plan was soon to be crushed
When one day he realized he must
Get a better job to pay for his schoolin
While his friends would sit around just coolin
He applied for a job in the system
And everywhere he looked, everybody would diss him
He doesnand't have any type of skill
And life is not all games, itand's real
He took a long walk down the street
Tryinand' to think of a way to make his ends meet, huh
So he could buy the fly things he adored
And all stan wanted to make was a few dollars more
As he walked home, he thought to himself
Now what am i supposed to do to get wealth
He felt that his life was worthless
Then he ran into his man named curtis
Now curtis, heand's the type that stops and brags
About all the things heand's got
Drivinand' a saab with a black ragtop
Come to find out curtand's workinand' for the cops
He told stan thereand's a job thatand's open
Makinand' it all sound good, just hopin he would take it
Yup, and like a big dummy
Stan said andquot;freak it, yo, i need the moneyandquot;
Curt took stan to meet his boss
Officer sims, a sergeant on the force
He gave him a gun and stan began
His new career as a damn hit man
His boss really liked his work
And gave the boot to his partner curt
He didnand't realize what he was in for
And all stan wanted to make was a few dollars more
A few dollars more is what he started to make
Now heand's drivinand' around a saab, with a house upstate
He got gold and diamond rings
Crazy girls and all those glamorous things
But one day this life-style end
When one afternoon while hanginand' with a friend
Sittinand' in the park, drinkinand' quarts of beer
And somebody said andquot;throw your hands in the air,
Itand's a stick-upandquot; and put the gun to his head
And said, andquot;make another move and youand're deadandquot;
Now stan had to make is choice
He paused and said i recognize that voice
Huh, where have i heard this
Now he remember, itand's his man named curtis
Curtis is mad and felt heand'd been robbed
andquot;cause stan is drivinand' around in his saab
He looked at stan and said, andquot;i canand't believe him,
Now itsand' time for me to get evenandquot;
Stan made a move real quick
Curt jumped back and said, andquot;yo, thatand's itandquot;
Shot him in the back of his head with a nine
Reached in his pocket, grabbed his cash and then dashed
Now here lies the man on the side
The same way he lived was the same way he died
He never knew what he had in store
And all stan wanted to make was a few dollars more
