Nas

Nas - Teenage Thug songtekst

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(feat. Millenium Thug)



[Nas]

Don't hurt nuttin..



[Chorus]

A teenage thug (you can't tell them shit)

A teenage thug (nigga just chasin his dick)

A teenage thug (he want the world to recognize)

A teenage thug (he's a man now, fuck his size)

A teenage thug (can't stop him, they on the rise)

A teenage thug (the court of law despise)

A teenage thug

[M. Thug] Wanna fuck and puff lie

A teenage thug



[Nas]

Dreams of bein a doctor will deteriorate

Takin over the underworld was a clearer fate

Luxury cars, a hundred girls at my face

Laced the name brand, had my game plan mapped out

Lost respect for those cracked out

Most of my elders were failures

to the poison that killed Len Bias from bein Celtic

The later I would hang, the greater my slang

It took my english, replaced it with game

Only cared about, sneakers and two-two bullets

Influenced by the hood, wasn't scared to pull it

Dared to do what I would

First blunt they passed me tasted nasty

Then overwhelmed in the spell the blunt had me

Eyes red, pants saggin

My first dime cut me off for braggin

that we was home alone tappin

Experimentin liquors, doin mixes, feelin sicker

Finish the Henn, throw the bottle, hope it hit ya



[Nas]

Blacked out, I can't see shit sober, not the least bit

Hold your head little man, y'all can't tell me shit

Try to knock the pants off shorty, my hair just cut

My Timbs just bought, the chain I sport I floss

Thugs walkin through the block party, hands on my drawers

Poppin cham' corks, posin like the man of New York

Talk to this hottie with my niggaz who quick to blast you

if you old cats, to these niggaz, they harass you



[Millenium Thug]

Hey yo cuz, growin up, I almost shattered my plans

Some might say, I'm young at heart, but I'm a grown-ass man

Givin food to my fam, damn, remember the first time

a street thug showed me how to pitch dimes

Only twelve in this hell where kids die

I want bricks off the scale and just slide, and let my shit fly

My Range shift by, I peel the road up

with my shirt up, sweatin, with the ice restin on my chest

Wild as a teenage thug



[Chorus]



[Millenium Thug]

Livin and lovin this life, cap peel pump niggaz

And since these thugs is trife, give 'em dap for that

Yo where your mack at?  I got mine

Twist weed pop wine shift finds, at the end of the night, it's all fine

Livin and lovin, cash stack cousin

Yo' own fam blitz so quick, put clips through whips

Six type shit let you hold it, ice roll with

twenty below with gat golden, my hand look swollen

Under my glove shit rocky

Unless somebody in my life try to stop me, get popped papi

A breddern, straight to the head that my medicine

No fam of mine do time, we crime settlin

Deliverancy unbelivable, Na'shon tracks smash people

I chill up in the regal Eagle

And plus it clap happy all of them hoes that's born happy

I rip nappy, nature's to cut the roof off of Caddies

You see me?



[Chorus: w/ variations]



[Nas]

Don't hurt nuttin

Don't-don't-don't, don't, don't hurt nuttin

Don't hurt nuttin

Don't-don't-don't, don't, don't hurt nuttin

Don't hurt nuttin

Don't-don't-don't, don't, don't hurt nuttin

Don't hurt nuttin

Don't-don't-don't, don't, don't hurt nuttin

Don't hurt nuttin

Don't-don't-don't, don't, don't hurt nuttin

Don't hurt nuttin

Don't-don't-don't, don't, don't hurt nuttin

Don't hurt nuttin

Don't-don't-don't, don't, don't hurt nuttin

Don't hurt nuttin.. [fades out]
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