D Nice - A Few Dollars More

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 
Runnin` around with a pistol or a blade 
Stickin` up    in other words  gettin` paid 
But I chose not to follow those ways 
Cause the only place you headin` 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 doesn`t have any type of skill 
And life is not all games, it`s real 
he took a long walk down the street 
Tryin` 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, he`s the type that stops and brags 
About all the things he`s got 
Drivin` a Saab with a black ragtop 
Come to find out Curt`s workin` for the cops 
He told Stan there`s a job that`s open 
Makin` it all sound good, just hopin he would take it 
Yup, and like a big dummy 
Stan said `Freak it, yo, I need the money` 
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 didn`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 he`s drivin` 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 hangin` with a friend 
Sittin` in the park, drinkin` quarts of beer 
And somebody said `Throw your hands in the air, 
It`s a stick-up` and put the gun to his head 
And said, `Make another move and you`re dead` 
Now Stan had to make is choice 
He paused and said I recognize that voice 
Huh, where have I heard this 
Now he remember, it`s his man named Curtis 
Curtis is mad and felt he`d been robbed 
`Cause Stan is drivin` around in his Saab 
He looked at Stan and said, `I can`t believe him, 
Now its` time for me to get even` 
Stan made a move real quick 
Curt jumped back and said, `Yo, that`s it` 
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