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