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conversations.value: Write me a song called Get ’Em with the following description: “Get ‘Em” is track number 2 from the iconic Dedication 2. While the Dedication series is known for containing remixes to hit songs, this is one of the few originals. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Lil Wayne, 
  DJ Drama
  , & 
  DJ drops
  ]
  You are watching a master at work
  Yeah!
  Haha! Drama, I'm back
  This what y'all was waiting on?
  Dedication 2
  , bah
  I put a couple pounds on since the last go-around
  Yeah, I ain't gon' even wait on 'em, I'ma get 'em now
  We been eating around these parts!
  Get 'em! (
  Gangsta Gri-zillz!
  )
  [False Starts: Lil Wayne, 
  DJ Drama
  , & 
  DJ drops
  ]
  My block pumping, and I'm tryna keep that ho pumping (
  Ill!
  )
  (G— G— G-Get 'em!)
  My block pumping, and I'm tryna keep that ho pumping
  If niggas snitching, then I let them niggas hold something (
  Gangsta!
  )
  (G— G-Get—  G-Get 'em!) 
  Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!
  [Verse 1: Lil Wayne, 
  DJ Drama
  , & 
  DJ drops
  ]
  My block pumping, and I'm tryna keep that ho pumping
  If niggas snitching, then I let them niggas hold something
  If nigga owe something, need a doctor's note from him
  Or his throat from him; these lil niggas? (
  Pay attention!
  )
  Thinking they fresh—get whipped out your clothes, young'un'
  I got it all, but I'll beat you like you stole something (
  Oh!
  )
  My bitch trippin', say I treat her like my old woman
  I tell a bitch I'm probably better off with no woman
  Yeah, I get that brand-new money
  I'm the boss, bitch—I'm touching every dollar that's coming
  Stop playing, I know what I'm doing, let me get 'em
  I hope his kids not with him
  Y'all motherfuckers know me, I'm a rider in the side of the south
  Got the money in the mattress and the guns in the couch
  What up? Putting out cockroaches in the ashtray
  It's payday 'til my last day, yeah
  Walking that line with a lot on my mind
  I get that money, never dropping a dime
  I don't hate—never, not on my time
  I'll put that little red dot on your mind
  Talking that crime, but a lot of 'em lying, I'm—
  Caught on the grind, never get off my grind, I'm a—
  Pimp to these hoes, not a pimp in my mind, nah
  And everybody know I'm sharp when I ride
  Hop out that new Ferrari with that little horse on the side, yeah
  Zoom-zoom, bitch, ride a nigga broom, witch
  Half a ki', wet, stinking up your whole room, bitch
  Now, break out the perfume, bitch
  And niggas come from off that beach, I'm in that water like a cruise ship
  Straight up, tell ‘em, I do’s this
  One pistol, two clips; I aim at lips
  Wayne that shit, shit on y'all
  Given to you from the God: I am the God [Break: 
  DJ Drama
  , Lil Wayne, & 
  DJ drops
  ]
  Gangsta Gri-Zillz!
  A dedication!
  Yeah
  My nigga, Philant, rest in peace!
  Yeah, yeah
  Weezy Baby, the God
  That's right
  Hehehe
  Fee, I had to!
  Gangsta Gri-zillz!
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne, 
  DJ Drama
  , & 
  DJ drops
  ]
  Yeah, money on my mind, money-money on my mental
  Super-super soaker, wet a nigga like a swimsuit
  I think they sipping on that "I Can Fuck With Him" juice
  Test me if you wanna, bad man, I knock a limb loose
  I ain't never scared, I'm protected everywhere
  And if a nigga disrespect me, then he shall be buried there
  That's my word, got a urge to hit a nigga and swerve
  And them birds in the tree get shot down to my feet
  It's me, motherfucker, what's better to see?
  And when you greedy like me, ain't nothing better than beef
  See, I would meet each one of you niggas in the street
  Then eat, and pick you little bitches out my teeth
  Shout-out to the green and red stitches in my tee, nigga
  With no Gucci, I'm a double-G, nigga
  My brothers, you have sinned
  And the God, I am, amen