歌曲 | Stop the Nonsense |
歌手 | GZA |
专辑 | Words From the Genius |
作词 : Grice, Harvey, Harvey | |
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 |
zuò cí : Grice, Harvey, Harvey | |
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 multithousand 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 |