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