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Utwór: Teenage thug

  • wykonawca: Nas
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     [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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