[Nas]
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Don't hurt nuttin..
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[Chorus]
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A teenage thug (you can't tell them shit)
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A teenage thug (nigga just chasin his dick)
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A teenage thug (he want the world to recognize)
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A teenage thug (he's a man now, fuck his size)
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A teenage thug (can't stop him, they on the rise)
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A teenage thug (the court of law despise)
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A teenage thug
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[M. Thug] Wanna fuck and puff lie
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A teenage thug
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[Nas]
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Dreams of bein a doctor will deteriorate
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Takin over the underworld was a clearer fate
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Luxury cars, a hundred girls at my face
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Laced the name brand, had my game plan mapped out
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Lost respect for those cracked out
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Most of my elders were failures
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to the poison that killed Len Bias from bein Celtic
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The later I would hang, the greater my slang
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It took my english, replaced it with game
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Only cared about, sneakers and two-two bullets
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Influenced by the hood, wasn't scared to pull it
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Dared to do what I would
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First blunt they passed me tasted nasty
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Then overwhelmed in the spell the blunt had me
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Eyes red, pants saggin
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My first dime cut me off for braggin
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that we was home alone tappin
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Experimentin liquors, doin mixes, feelin sicker
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Finish the Henn, throw the bottle, hope it hit ya
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[Nas]
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Blacked out, I can't see shit sober, not the least bit
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Hold your head little man, y'all can't tell me shit
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Try to knock the pants off shorty, my hair just cut
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My Timbs just bought, the chain I sport I floss
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Thugs walkin through the block party, hands on my drawers
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Poppin cham' corks, posin like the man of New York
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Talk to this hottie with my niggaz who quick to blast you
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if you old cats, to these niggaz, they harass you
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[Millenium Thug]
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Hey yo cuz, growin up, I almost shattered my plans
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Some might say, I'm young at heart, but I'm a grown-ass man
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Givin food to my fam, damn, remember the first time
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a street thug showed me how to pitch dimes
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Only twelve in this hell where kids die
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I want bricks off the scale and just slide, and let my shit fly
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My Range shift by, I peel the road up
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with my shirt up, sweatin, with the ice restin on my chest
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Wild as a teenage thug
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[Chorus]
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[Millenium Thug]
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Livin and lovin this life, cap peel pump niggaz
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And since these thugs is trife, give 'em dap for that
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Yo where your mack at? I got mine
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Twist weed pop wine shift finds, at the end of the night, it's all fine
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Livin and lovin, cash stack cousin
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Yo' own fam blitz so quick, put clips through whips
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Six type shit let you hold it, ice roll with
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twenty below with gat golden, my hand look swollen
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Under my glove shit rocky
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Unless somebody in my life try to stop me, get popped papi
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A breddern, straight to the head that my medicine
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No fam of mine do time, we crime settlin
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Deliverancy unbelivable, Na'shon tracks smash people
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I chill up in the regal Eagle
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And plus it clap happy all of them hoes that's born happy
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I rip nappy, nature's to cut the roof off of Caddies
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You see me?
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[Chorus: w/ variations]
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[Nas]
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Don't hurt nuttin
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Don't-don't-don't, don't, don't hurt nuttin
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Don't hurt nuttin
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Don't-don't-don't, don't, don't hurt nuttin
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Don't hurt nuttin
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Don't-don't-don't, don't, don't hurt nuttin
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Don't hurt nuttin
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Don't-don't-don't, don't, don't hurt nuttin
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Don't hurt nuttin
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Don't-don't-don't, don't, don't hurt nuttin
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Don't hurt nuttin
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Don't-don't-don't, don't, don't hurt nuttin
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Don't hurt nuttin
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Don't-don't-don't, don't, don't hurt nuttin
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Don't hurt nuttin.. [fades out]
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Teenage Thug
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