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conversations.value: Write me a song called Shooter with the following description: Featured on Tha Carter II, this song is Wayne’s plea for the rap community to take Southern rappers seriously Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Lil Wayne & 
  Robin Thicke
  ]
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, haha
  Weezy Baby, y'all (
  Yeah
  )
  Don't get shot
  Rapid fire, what you know 'bout it?
  I brought my homie along for the ride
  He strapped, he came ready to come out the barrel
  Rob
  [Verse 1: Robin Thicke & 
  Lil Wayne
  ]
  I heard some shouts, like, "Down on the floor" (
  Baow
  )
  Then even louder, "We got shooters" (
  Yeah
  ), shooters (
  Yeah-yeah, yeah
  )
  I turned around, I was starin' at chrome (
  Hello
  )
  Shotgun watches door, got security good (
  Check
  )
  Jumped right over counter, pointed gun at, wink
  He tell her, "I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter" (
  Let's go
  )
  [Chorus: Robin Thicke & 
  Lil Wayne
  ]
  My hands up (
  Yeah
  ), my hands up (
  Yeah
  )
  They want me with my hands up (
  I think they
  ), no (
  Think they want me
  )
  Shooter (
  Surrender to 'em, but no, no, no, I can't do it
  )
  My hands up, my hands up (
  Yeah
  )
  They want me with my hands up (
  Come on, they want me to
  ), no (
  Surrender
  )
  Shooter (
  But no, I can't do it, get 'em, yeah
  )
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  So many doubt 'cause I come from the South
  But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out, bang
  Die, bitch nigga, die, I hope you bleed a lake
  I'ma play X-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake
  I'm just tryna be the great, tryna get a piece of cake
  Take it off of your plate, eat it right in your face (Hah)
  They got a whole lot to say, but I don't listen
  Call me Automatic Weezy, bitch, I keep spittin', pow [Bridge: Robin Thicke & 
  Lil Wayne
  ]
  With all these riches and all these riches (
  Yeah
  )
  But ain't no loaners around (
  What you say?
  )
  They thinkin' 'bout shooters, they, shooters, they (
  Okay
  )
  Guns, girls (
  Okay
  ), ladies, get the guns (
  Okay
  ), get the
  Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shooters (
  Okay, come on
  )
  [Chorus: Robin Thicke & 
  Lil Wayne
  ]
  My hands up
  They want me with my hands up, no (
  I think they want me to surrender
  )
  Shooter (
  Clap, y'all, no, no, but I'm not
  )
  I just cry, "Mama, I tink dat," hey
  "Me tink they want me to surrender"
  Shooter (
  No, no, bang
  )
  [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
  And to the radio stations, I'm tired of bein' patient
  Stop being rapper racists, region haters
  Spectators, dictators, behind door dick takers, it's outrageous
  You don't know how sick you make us
  I wanna throw it up like chips in Vegas
  But this is Southern, face it
  If we too simple, then y'all don't get the basics
  [Bridge: Robin Thicke & 
  Lil Wayne
  ]
  Lady walks into a shotgun surprise (
  Yeah
  )
  Dropped to her knees, saw her life 'fore her eyes (
  Okay
  )
  He said, "Bitch is gonna get it, everybody gon' regret it" (
  Okay, why?
  )
  "I'm your shooter" (
  Brrt
  ) [Chorus: Robin Thicke & 
  Lil Wayne
  ]
  My hands up (
  Yeah
  ), my hands up (
  Yea
  h
  )
  They want me with my hands up, no (
  Yeah, hah
  )
  Shooter (
  I tried tell you what I am, baby
  )
  My hands up (
  Yeah
  ), my hands up (
  Yeah
  )
  They want me with my hands up, no (
  Sorry, but me can't surrender, me won't surrender
  )
  Shooter (
  Me no pretender, no
  )
  [Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
  Socks soakin' wet, I been running, y'all, I reload
  Every hundred yards, I'm comin' forward
  You better know me
  Lil Wayne, just call me Lord, hard
  Take pain like Tylenols, raw
  Way past par, far
  I'm some shit you never saw
  I take you to the shootout, baby, win, lose, or draw, yeah
  And then they ask who, when, where, how, and
  My reply was simply, "Pow," c'mon
  [Outro: Lil Wayne]
  Mama, I tink dat, hey
  Me tink dey want me to surrender
  No, no, I'm sayin'
  Mama, I tink dat, hey
  Me tink dey want me to surrender, no
  No, no, me won't surrender, no
  No, I promise no surrender
  I got my burner
  And I'm the shooter