Wu For The Children Lyrics – Nas
Wu For The Children Lyrics
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 past it.
I don’t see the point with weak sayings like, All them niggas on top be blockin, 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 cuz i’m a specialist, Sippin’ mixed liquor beverages 6 figure checks are big, But 8 figure checks and you rich, The nas enthusiast 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, 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 past it.
Special , Yeah it’s a privilege, VSOP sh*t!, Special! very special!.
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 building in manhattan sippin’ on manhattans, Listening to the manhattans, Queens to brooklyn oh what a feeling, I should’a had grammys when ol dirty said wu for the children, Should’a 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 type of bit*hes, Ran thru 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 feeling having that type of control nigga.
Gotta be a special type, Woman to deal with my life, Gotta be a 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 past 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 past it.
Special , Yeah! , It’s a privilege, VSOP sh*t!, Special! very special!.
Rest in peace odb tahim virgil, Queen jacqueline avant special people.
Wu For The Children Song Info:
| Song: | Wu For The Children |
| Singer(s): | Nas |
| Musician(s): | Nas |
| Lyricist(s): | Nas |
| Label(©): | Nas |