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conversations.value: Write me a song called Ballers (Remix) with the following description: “Ballers (Remix)” is a double posse cut that features the Cash Money Millionaires going head to head with the Tear Da Club Up Thugs. Throughout the song the rappers all make violent threats to their enemies and show why they aren’t to be played with. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Project Pat & 
  Birdman
  ]
  Man, why these niggas always hatin' on Hypnotize and Cash Money?
  Man, fuck these niggas, man!
  What's up, whoadie?
  It's these gold grill and these platinum-mouth boys
  These big time Hot Boys, these Three-6 boys
  Wit the self made millionaire Cash Money boys
  [Verse 1: Turk]
  You done fucked with the wrong nigga
  Must ain't know that I ride and I shoot quicker
  Should have known not to upset this lil' nigga
  You got a clique? So what, nigga, my clique thicker
  A bunch of real ass niggas that'll burn ya up
  With no waitin', catch ya slippin' then jam ya up
  Slangin' weight ain't no thang for me
  Play by the rules
  Or shit, I'll kill your family, that's what I do
  Bust your chest wide open and split your fade, nigga
  And them all frozen, moves from the 'K, nigga
  Turk don't play, when it's time to get serious
  Think I'm a ho, keep it that way and stay curious
  [Verse 2: Birdman]
  Niggas be shoutin' "one love" but wearin' black gloves
  Some niggas 26 and 28 still live in they mom house askin' for play
  Them niggas shouldn't be respected, they fake
  Instead of hittin' blocks with Glocks and touchin' niggas money spot
  And breakin' bread with the woman who put 'em in that spot
  These niggas wanna trick to these hoes and play with they nose
  Instead of totin' fo'-fo's and movin' fuckin' kilos
  Nigga, I done bought more cars than niggas done bought pussy hoes
  And bought more rims than niggas done fucked they main ho in they assholes
  Three 6 told me to roll and unload
  But nigga fuck that
  I'm tryin' to stack and mack
  And that deal with Universal shoulda showed that
  But Uptown is where it's at
  Playboy, won't you tell me how you love that?
  Won't you tell me how you love that? [Chorus: Project Pat]
  Ballers
  We be on some twanky twankies
  Player haters get found stanky stanky
  Chiefin' fat blunts of that danky danky
  Big diamond rings on our pinky pinky
  Ballers
  We be on some twanky twankies
  Player haters get found stanky stanky
  Chiefin' fat blunts of that danky danky
  Big diamond rings on our pinky pinky
  [Verse 3: Juvenile]
  Fuckin' with Three 6 Mafia gon' make me millions
  Fuckin' with CMR gon' make me some more millions
  I can see it, I'm a kill 'em, and build me and building
  And put some money to the side for my mom and my children
  Ridin' with my nigga Rambezee, to the easy
  Drinkin' for my nigga Babyzee and B.G.eezy
  Ducked off
  Tinted windows on my candy apple Cut dawg
  It's a classic, nigga, fuck y'all
  [Verse 4: Juicy J]
  I'm representin' Northern Memphis to the fuckin' fullest
  We ain't the kind to tote a gun when there ain't no bullets
  And when that drama starts to stir, we ain't scared to pull it
  You see a nigga holdin' gauge and you wish he would have
  Rolled by your mama house and put her in a coma
  'Cause niggas gone on that Hennessy and marijuana
  And now we back up in the hood on a burner phone-a
  In that game slangin' 'caine to you blood donors
  It's on, coward [Verse 5: Lil Wayne]
  They call me quick draw 2 pistols Lil Wayne
  Champagne took my brain, I don't think I just aim
  Drop tops on a Z-3, start shootin' like 3 burners
  How come them try me? Never know me block burner
  Better watch for lil' shorty in black, nigga, get back
  'Bout to make my Glock 40 click clack
  Brrr kill it
  It's your life, spill It
  Playin' with the realest
  Block fire like a skillet
  Now nigga, what the dilly?
  Highly influenced on Cristal
  I'm warnin' you to clear the set because it gets wild
  I be disguised as a mailman with a pistol
  Then deliver him 50 shots and take his child
  What what
  [Verse 6: DJ Paul]
  Punk bitch I dare ya
  I double dare ya step against this pot belly
  Bitches they try to step to the ruler but they ain't ready
  Quick as them cowards try to make moves, oughta knock 'em out
  Second one step, y'all need more help, two barrels in his mouth
  Face it, when this shit's fucked up you gotta deal with it
  This is my game, live with it or get killed with it
  These are my dice, this is my board, I let you roll off
  And how you gon' have ice when I cut your fuckin' water off? [Chorus: Project Pat]
  Ballers
  We be on some twanky twankies
  Player haters get found stanky stanky
  Chiefin' fat blunts of that danky danky
  Big diamond rings on our pinky pinky
  [Verse 7: Project Pat]
  It's the Project, nigga, roll back, I own the bricks
  Kickin' game with the Hot Boys and Three 6
  B.G., Juvenile, Baby, Lil Wayne
  North Memphis, Uptown, and we havin' thangs
  AIn't no thang, when ya come real ya gotta shine
  I'm strapped with a Glock 9, he ain't takin' mine
  We in our prime puttin' in work players never rush it
  Full of gin, fucking hoes like a mad Russian
  A discussion amongst men means a power move
  Is about to be made for a come-up, fool
  Slang that iron when you get in my business
  Hypnotize, Cash Money, on the rise bitch
  [Chorus: Project Pat]
  Ballers
  We be on some twanky twankies
  Player haters get found stanky stanky
  Chiefin' fat blunts of that danky danky
  Big diamond rings on our pinky pinky
  Ballers
  We be on some twanky twankies
  Player haters get found stanky stanky
  Chiefin' fat blunts of that danky danky
  Big diamond rings on our pinky pinky