Teenage Thug - Nas: Millennium Thug Lyrics

Nas & Millenium Thug---Teenage 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*}