Stop the Nonsense

I see youngsters little teenagers Walking around with beepers and pagers And who's beeping them? Oh it's the boss Making sure no one is taking a loss On his multi-thousand dollar operation But how does he thank them for their participation Whatever the pay, it's still not enough Cause what they got into is some serious stuff Hours a day back and forth on the strip Sending customers far on a trip And this roots of all evil brings about war Cause you wanna open up another crack store Children can't play in the parks and things Because a stray bullet might be headed for the swings You never though about that, oh I guess not All you thought about was owning your own spot To putting more and more people to sleep But ya heading for a pothole six feet deep You see the problem has gotten more serious And the community is getting more furious Get it deep in your head I told you so It goes way beyond just saying no Chorus: Stop the nonsense Remember Steve with the blue Jag? They found him cut up and stuffed in a bag He had his own operation uptown And there was plenty other drug dealers he would cut down In other words he was living foul Shootin up neighborhoods acting wild He said he had to protect his drug trade Which we manufactured throughout arcades He made sure his enemies felt the pain Whoever he felt was a threat, got slain Like Donna, who was only sixteen And she was employed on another drug scene She try to set up a hit on Steve But he sliced her throat until she could not breathe This is what happens when you deal You don't care on who you got to kill I might walk outside and get shot Because I live next door to a drug spot And I don't need this stuff in my vicinity Of me being shot for mistaken identity This is the stuff that Steve was on Now he's dead long and gone Chorus: With his old nonsense