| Song | Stop the Nonsense |
| Artist | GZA |
| Album | 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 |