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