Nas - Teenage Thug lyrics

[Nas] Don't hurt nuttin.. [Hook] A teenage thug (you can't tell them sh**) A teenage thug (n***a just chasin his dick) A teenage thug (he want the world to recognize) A teenage thug (he's a man now, f** his size) A teenage thug (can't stop him, they on the rise) A teenage thug (the court of law despise) A teenage thug (wanna f** 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 k**ed 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 pa**ed 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 sh** sober, not the least bit Hold your head little man, y'all can't tell me sh** 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 n***as who quick to blast you If you old cats, to these n***as, they hara** 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-a** 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 sh** 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 [Hook] [Millenium Thug] Livin and lovin this life, cap peel pump n***as 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 sh** let you hold it, ice roll with Twenty below with gat golden, my hand look swollen Under my glove sh** 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? [Hook 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*}