conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Hip Hop with the following description: 
  Scarface and Nas on the “I Used To Love H.E.R.” tip, talking about the cruel and fickle mistress they have both dedicated their lives to – Hip Hop.
  Produced by J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League with scratches by DJ Premier. At the end, the song samples Run DMC’s “Peter Piper”.
  Watch the making of the song here:
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced by J.U.S.T.I.C.E League]
  [Intro: DJ Khaled]
  This shit's special
  DJ Khaled!
  J.U.S.T.I.C.E League
  [Verse 1: Scarface]
  And if I cry two tears for her
  That would be the most that I would give to her
  She left me stranded in my nightmares
  Taking pictures of my memories—she right there
  Twisting on the blade in my heart, deep
  Always on my mind, so I can't sleep
  She used to tell me she was all mine
  Now, the only way I see the broad is online
  I'm doing drugs trying to feel you
  I'm killing me trying to kill you
  I built my whole life around you
  I thought I found it all when I found her
  Shopping sprees on whatever coast
  How'd you really feel? I may never know
  And as I ride through these streets
  With my hand on my heat, eyes red from the Sweets, I
  Realize some things never change
  Once in love and it's gone, you don't look at it the same, man
  Fuck love, 'cause she don't live here
  I'm soaked in blood, but I'm still here
  Hip-hop heartbreaks
  Straight-laced, deep bass, 808s, plus the mixtapes
  Got a nigga feeling like I up and let you—
  Get away, now you all in the lectures
  Being studied by the colleges, professors
  Now, I regret the day I met ya (Bitch)
  I'll be the first one to say it
  She ain't the one you want to play with
  I fucked hip-hop [Verse 2: Nas]
  And if— And if— And if— And if I cry two tears for her
  That would be the most that I can give to her
  I am Joseph, Darryl, Jason,
   
  Dr. Dre, O'Shea
  And a host of those who passed away
  Today, I'm Drake, I'm Wayne, 2 Chainz
  You say you want to rap—to this bitch, you must commit
  Then you're a slave to your grave
  You won't get out, you cannot quit
  She menstruates weekly, her Vibe covers keep you warm
  But the source to her heart is love—word up, right on
  You know how girls are
  She love when you licking on her WorldStar
  Kissing on her belly, trick on her at Onyx
  Confused fans think that she illuminates demonic
  But she's the object of my affections, God's essence, God bless her
  She bought me Bentleys, Breitlings
  Made some friends resent me for writing about my life
  They thought I should have stayed quiet
  She took me to places I would've never saw without her
  And she took me from my girl powder
  I doubt I'll ever be the same, ugh, hallowed be Thy name
  Give me strength so I don't do this dame like Orenthal James
  Brad warned me while driving this auburn Ferrari
  Never follow in her games, I fuck around and I'll be sorry
  But I tried her, used to ride her—for dollars, not for fame
  She slowed me down and had me guzzling on cups of lean
  She's a middle-aged cougar, showing young'uns the dream
  Noticed she wasn't breathing for a second
  Then, I screamed, "She's dead!"
  And everybody took it out on Nasty
  I was just looking out for my music family
  Wasn't trying to claim her to myself, she's yours
  You can have her—she's a motherfucking whore
  I fuck hip-hop [Scratch Outro 1: DJ Premier]
  And if I cry two tears for her
  That would be the most that I would I give to her
  She ain’t the one you wanna play with
  You say you wanna rap, to this bitch you must commit
  I fucked hip-hop
  And if I cry two tears for her
  That will be the most I can give to her
  She ain’t the one you wanna play with
  I fuck hip-hop
  And you all know how the story go
  [Outro 2: DJ Khaled]
  This shit's special
  DJ Khaled!
  J.U.S.T.I.C.E League