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conversations.value: Write me a song called Tha Mobb with the following description: Tha Mobb is the first track of Lil Wayne’s fifth studio album Tha Carter II, which was certified platinum.  It was very unusual, though surprisingly effective, for Wayne to open a record with five minutes or so of hookless spitting
  This was produced by The Heatmakerz and it contains a sample from “Moment of Truth” by Willie Tee Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro]
  Yeah
  Hardbody, hardbody
  Carter, Carter, Carter
  Yeah
  Let's go
  [Verse]
  Cash Money, Young Money, motherfuck the other side
  They can fuck with us if they want, I bring 'em homicide
  Word to my mama, I'm gon' continue bombin'
  Told her gettin' out the game is like coming out of a coma
  I'm trying, but I'm normal, when this rap shit get boring
  All I ask is that you pray for me (Please)
  And the beat keep crying, and I'ma keep beating her (Yeah)
  Fee, I'm fucking her, I'm deep in her, sleep in her (Yeah)
  And what happens when the reaper come? (Huh?)
  I'm just hoping that he sends that elevator up (Yeah)
  I made enough, I ain't make shit (Nah)
  So while I'm here, I'ma take that and take this (Nigga)
  Breakfast, yes
  Let's eat, wipe your mouth when you finished (Yeah)
  Then hunt for the lunch and dinner
  No beginner to the criminal activity (Come on)
  Fuck with them, they rushing in like Seminoles (Oh), Indians (Oh)
  No bow and arrows, Harold (No)
  Just Ninas, Gina (Damn)
  Just choppers, Robert (Damn)
  Carter II,
   tell me how is you gon' stop a riot? (Huh?)
  I lock and seal it (Yeah), I'm the best, I can feel it (Yeah)
  I'm in the lead, I could pop a wheelie (Got 'em)
  Not for rookies, late bloomers, stay in the womb (Go)
  I'm here, motherfucker, make room, boom
  Young Tune, the big kahuna (Yeah)
  It's my ocean, baby, y'all niggas is tuna (Yeah)
  Better now than sooner (Yeah), Junior
  Flying 'round your city, tryna take a number two on ya (Hah)
  I ain't goin' nowhere special, I won't never leave (Uh-uh)
  Shit, I'm already a legend if I ever leave (You know)
  Can't get rid of me (Uh-uh), not little me (No)
  Man, I got 'em, I'ma get 'em, B (I got 'em, B)
  I'm hungry like I didn't eat (Yeah)
  I want it like I didn't see a mil' before seventeen (Boy)
  What the fuck you niggas telling me? (Huh?)
  You pups can't keep up with the pedigree (Get back)
  Catch me where the weather be (Hah)
  Somewhere in the seventies (Yeah), call myself settling
  Palm trees, promethazine, but what's new? (Tell 'em)
  Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loop (Yeah)
  Get fucked so many times 'til it's fuck you (Fuck 'em)
  So, how you wan' do it? Baby, we can get it
  All you gotta do is say it and I'm with it
  Money or murder, you my nigga (Yeah), my jelly preserver
  I'ma ride, baby, 'til the judge give me a verdict, yeah
  Hear me or heard me, I get it and serve it, 'cause (Yeah)
  Every time I did it, I hit it and hurt it, yeah
  Now I kill it, the mission accomplished, yeah
  The niggas abolished, the bitches astonished, and (Yeah)
  Then they pay homage, when did they find it? But
  Now that they know, it's a must I remind 'em, so
  They don't forget it, I underline it, and
  I'm in the sky when the thunder's cryin', youngin
  I been through all that, I done done what you sayin'
  I put it down when the others was playin' (Yeah)
  When the jungle was open, I rolled in with the riders
  Stole food from the bears, and brought it back to the lions (Yeah)
  Hold court with the apes, I'm a gorilla, but lighter (Yeah)
  Got the eye of a tiger, the heart of a fighter, yeah
  Start 'em, ignite 'em (Yeah), I walk through fire
  Watch the flames start multiplyin', woo, yeah
  Alter a nigga, nina talk to a nigga (Yeah)
  Take a chunk out your body like a shark bit a nigga (Damn)
  I'm awkward like Cartwright, fuck with a nigga
  Shot ugly, but my arch right, come on, dawg, bark, bite (Nothin')
  Fork in the road, I'm always going right
  Nowadays, knowing life, ain't no more road lights (Woah)
  We can't see, but we gon' make it to the finish line
  It's right there, the goal line right behind the scrimmage line (Hut)
  Touchdown, check the scoreboard, give me mines (Yeah)
  Semi nine fit me fine, hit a nigga twenty times (Bah-bah-bah-bah, bah)
  Damn, then one more to the face (Bah)
  Just so they close the casket like I pay to close the case (Yeah)
  I'm made, straight mafia shit
  Front line, top rank, ready to die for my shit (Yeah)
  And the obvious shit?
  If I talk about my rivalry, they probably get rich
  So fuck 'em, I'ma let 'em sit (Yeah)
  And I ain't ducking 'cause I'm right here (Right here), I'm chestin' up
  I don't care who at the top of the stairs, I'm steppin' up (Woah)
  See, you fucking up the money, baby
  And that ain't good business
  You starting to look like a witness (Fuck 'em)
  And this is for the gangsters and the bitches (Yeah)
  The hustlers and the hoes (Yeah)
  Crossover? Whatever, mainstream? No
  'Cause Wayne thinks silent (Ah), Wayne'll never fold (Uh-uh)
  You heard it right here if the game was ever told (Nigga)
  Lift up your toes and look under a rug
  Trust me, that's history under all that dust
  So deep down in the dirty, there lies us (Who?)
  Yeah, Cash Money Records, and I'm still upfront (Yeah)
  Stunna, pop a bottle, baby, peel us a blunt
  Let's eat and talk about all of the niggas we cut
  But, you know what? Let's not fuck up our lunch
  That's real shit if you ever seen such, church [Outro]
  Tha Mobb
  Nigga