Write & Wrong (Screwed)

Yeah, smoke some of this weed so you can feel fine And you just might need a drink, you gotta think of a rhyme We can make the beat slow so you can speed up the flow With some cool pimp shit about some weed or some hoes Or suppose you do a song that you can jam with fun dances Or some growin' up hard shit with slim to none chances Maybe a familiar tune people already heard Let's call Morris, see how much he want for a bird Or fuck it, fuck it, let's strictly go pop Do anything for the women while misrepresentin' your block You can be famous in public with the right music and subject You can make millions nigga, if you just make a million of it Imagine you're havin' world tours gettin' paid Hoes throwin' panties on the stage gettin' laid You don't have a Benz, but if you get on the mic and spit it You will have enough to get it, whatever you do I'm wit it All you gots to do is write it Share your problems with the world, tell the story of your life All you gots to do is write it And they'll be right by your side, everything gon' be tight But when you're grown, muthafuckas gonna talk about ya When you're grown, muthafuckas gonna criticize ya When you're grown, muthafuckas gonna talk about ya (To play is a part of the game, you see) Now just be real with what you say and put some feelin' up in it And since everybody's dyin', put some killin' up in it I'll be right here by your side smokin', chillin' 'til you're finished If you get writer's block, then nigga chill for a minute And hold up, okay, I got a tight idea Just rap like you mad, the maddest muthafucka out here Then bitches will respect ya, niggas might try to check ya Nuts, money done get ya while them laws steady fetch ya But think about it, you got it, then write it down Try your best to remember, don't worry now on how it sounds It's gonna be cool and if you keep rappin' in song Just sacrifice your life and leave your problems at home Now there's a million muthafuckas like yourself think they deserve it If you get it 'fore they do, they gots to get they hands dirty So just study your lines and make sure you don't forget it Get on the mic and spit it, whatever you do, I'm wit it All you gots to do is write it Share your problems with the world, tell the story of your life All you gots to do is write it And they'll be right by your side, everything gon' be tight But when you're grown, muthafuckas gonna talk about ya When you're grown, muthafuckas gonna criticize ya When you're grown, muthafuckas gonna talk about ya (To play is a part of the game, you see) And then they'll say they're better off without ya Now the world is your arena and the panel of judges Made up of pimps, players, sneaky bitches, con men, and hustlers I don't know why, but to qualify, you must become one of these Make somethin' happen with either rappin' or sellin' some cheese What, you're scared? Nigga shit, this ain't the game to be in If you can't do for you and yours, then how you think you gon' win? Now where your niggas at? Get 'em together and flip Now where them bitches at? Buy 'em whatever to sip But see you can't get player points taken away, so come real Disregard people's emotions, give a fuck how one feels And you can witness other brothers walkin' in the same path Wishin' for champagne, caviar, and bubble bath You see, uh, that's the life that I lead And if you wanna follow Rollo, sit right by me And I can pass you some weed, you fire it up, but let me hit it But get on the mic and spit it, whatever you do, I'm wit it All you gots to do is write it Share your problems with the world, tell the story of your life All you gots to do is write it And they'll be right by your side, everything gon' be tight But when you're grown, muthafuckas gonna talk about ya When you're grown, muthafuckas gonna criticize ya When you're grown, muthafuckas gonna talk about ya When you're grown