Letra de Wu For The Children - Nas

Yeah

I don't work this hard to be around people I don't like

Uh, yeah

Gotta be a special type nigga to deal with my life

Gotta be a special type nigga 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

I don't see the point with weak sayings like

"All them niggas 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

Gotta be a special type nigga to deal with my life (Yo, yo)

Gotta be a special type nigga 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

Special (Yo, yo)

Yeah, it's a privilege, VSOP shit (Yo)

Special (Yo, yo)

Very special (Yo)

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, trunk 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 bitches

Ran through a few of them, some gangsta, some Christian

Some with a heart full of hate for me, even with a new nigga

They label me a sinner because I left with they soul

There's really no other feelin' havin' that type of control, nigga

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 nigga to deal with my life

Gotta be a special type nigga 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

Special

Yeah, it's a privilege, VSOP shit

Special, very special

Rest in peace ODB, Tahim, Virgil

The queen Jacqueline Avant

Special people

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