Teenage Thug Lyrics - Singles - Nas

Don't hurt nuttin. 

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 

Wanna fuck and puff lie 

A teenage thug 

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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 

Photos 

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 

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 

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? 

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.