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I grew up in the city where everything is rough
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Where everywhere I turn I seen somebody gettin bust
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Plus everywhere I look
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All I could see is a crackhead or a goddamned crook
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Runnin' around with a pistol or a blade
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Stickin' up in other words gettin' paid
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But I chose not to follow those ways
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Cause the only place you headin' is to jail or the grave
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But on the other hand
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I know a man named Stan
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Who in the future had plans
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To be successful on his quest to
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Take his moms and pops out the ghetto
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But that plan was soon to be crushed
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When one day he realized he must
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Get a better job to pay for his schoolin
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While his friends would sit around just coolin
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He applied for a job in the system
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And everywhere he looked, everybody would diss him
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He doesn't have any type of skill
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And life is not all games, it's real
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he took a long walk down the street
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Tryin' to think of a way to make his ends meet, huh
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So he could buy the fly things he adored
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And all Stan wanted to make was a few dollars more
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As he walked home, he thought to himself
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Now what am I supposed to do to get wealth
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He felt that his life was worthless
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Then he ran into his man named Curtis
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Now Curtis, he's the type that stops and brags
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About all the things he's got
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Drivin' a Saab with a black ragtop
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Come to find out Curt's workin' for the cops
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He told Stan there's a job that's open
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Makin' it all sound good, just hopin he would take it
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Yup, and like a big dummy
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Stan said "Freak it, yo, I need the money"
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Curt took Stan to meet his boss
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Officer Sims, a sergeant on the force
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He gave him a gun and Stan began
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His new career as a damn hit man
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his boss really liked his work
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And gave the boot to his partner Curt
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he didn't realize what he was in for
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And all Stan wanted to make was a few dollars more
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A few dollars more is what he started to make
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Now he's drivin' around a Saab, with a house upstate
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He got gold and diamond rings
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Crazy girls and all those glamorous things
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But one day this life-style end
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When one afternoon while hangin' with a friend
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Sittin' in the park, drinkin' quarts of beer
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And somebody said "Throw your hands in the air,
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It's a stick-up" and put the gun to his head
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And said, "Make another move and you're dead"
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Now Stan had to make is choice
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He paused and said I recognize that voice
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Huh, where have I heard this
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Now he remember, it's his man named Curtis
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Curtis is mad and felt he'd been robbed
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"Cause Stan is drivin' around in his Saab
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He looked at Stan and said, "I can't believe him,
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Now its' time for me to get even"
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Stan made a move real quick
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Curt jumped back and said, "Yo, that's it"
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Shot him in the back of his head with a nine
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Reached in his pocket, grabbed his cash and then dashed
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Now here lies the man on the side
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The same way he lived was the same way he died
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He never knew what he had in store
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And all Stan wanted to make was a few dollars more
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A Few Dollars More
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