Stop the Nonsense

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