Nas - Wu for the Children lyrics

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Nas - Wu for the Children lyrics

[Intro] Yeah I don't work this hard to be around people I don’t like Uh, yeah [Chorus] Gotta be a special type ni**a to deal with my life Gotta be a special type ni**a to feel what I write Special like my classics Special like my listeners who have attachments to my old style Won't let me pass it [Verse 1] I don't see the point with weak sayings like "All them ni**as on top be blocking," or never help, man, stop it It’s hard watching brothers who smart but think they not I need them to realize what they got is a fresh start That brother that you claim so powerful The one you said he has a whole lot of pull Probably already tried to pull his brothers up And got betrayed, got snaked, got played Meanwhile he balance his challenges, hard to keep himself paid It's so hard for him, even though his talent is God-given Pardon him, stop putting your faults on him What he did to you now? The man in him is bringing the kid in you out You kid him, he still playin' the victim, you weirdin' me out That's what my perspective is, maybe 'cause I'm a specialist Sippin' mixed liquor beverages Six figure checks are big, but eight figure checks and you rich The Nas enthusiasts thinkin’ they know what’s best for me More than I know what's best for me, no rest for me [Chorus] Gotta be a special type ni**a to deal with my life (Yo, yo) Gotta be a special type ni**a to feel what I write Special like my classics Special like my listeners who have attachments to my old style Won’t let me pass it [Post-Chorus] Special (Yo, yo) Yeah, it's a privilege, VSOP sh*t (Yo) Special (Yo, yo) Very special (Yo) [Verse 2] Hit, turn up the sample, we makin' magic This thing is bigger than I could ever imagine Duckin' the flashes from the cameras, leave out the back Jump in a spacecraft, we can’t tell where we at Chauffeur drivin' like a high-speed chase, truck full of smack Tallest buildin' in Manhattan, sippin' on Manhattan's Listen to The Manhattan's, Queens to Brooklyn, oh what a feelin' I shoulda had Grammy's when Ol' Dirty said "Wu for the children" Shoulda did that remix verse on Gimme the Loot for Biggie Me, Jay, and Frank White is like Cole, Drizzy, and Kenny One girl for the rest of your life, is that realistic? Some had told me they like when you call 'em all types of b*tches Ran through a few of them, some gangsta, some Christian Some with a heart full of hate for me, even with a new ni**a They label me a sinner because I left with they soul There's really no other feelin' havin' that type of control, ni**a [Chorus] Gotta be special type woman to deal with my life Gotta be special type woman to feel what I write Special like my classics Special like my listeners who have attachments to my old style Won't let me pass it Gotta be a special type ni**a to deal with my life Gotta be a special type ni**a to feel what I write Special like my classics Special like my listeners who have attachments to my old style Won't let me pass it [Post-Chorus] Special Yeah, it's a privilege, VSOP sh*t Special, very special [Outro] Rest in peace ODB, Tahim, Virgil The queen Jacqueline Avant Special people