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