A Few Dollars More

A Few Dollars More - D-Nice

I grew up in the city where everything is rough

Where everywhere I turn

I seen somebody getting 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 schooling

While his friends would

Sit around just cooling

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

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 hoping 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

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 it's 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

Few dollars more