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conversations.value: Write me a song called Tuesday & Thursday with the following description: The Hot Boys helpfully let you know which days of the week to avoid selling drugs.  Thanks, guys! Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Turk]
  Two of the hottest days of the week
  They harassing and hacking niggas in that UPT
  N.O.P.D. be rolling so deep, they be fucking over niggas
  Kicking in doors, sometimes they be pulling triggers
  Ya hustling? Better chill out, 'cause they not for joking
  Making sure they close shop, all day, they gon be smoking
  So I advise you just to stay inside
  If they catch you down back, for sure you taking that ride
  Downtown, rilla where niggas doing time, be waiting
  Better be bout your issues, for your ass they gon be chasing
  And every man for theyself in that pen
  So if ya all in nigga, ya all in
  For help, ain't there nigga, ain't no calling
  So if ya got a chance, run when ya hear that siren
  Tuesday and Thursdays, they gon be riding
  Stay ducked off cause it's safer when ya hiding
  And they don't give a fuck what shape and sizing
  Lock you down, prison rate steady rising
  [Chorus: Juvenile]
  On Tuesdays and Thursdays, you better watch for the sweep
  Look, them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
  On Tuesdays and Thursdays, you better watch for the sweep
  Look, them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  Shit, nigga better hop, skip, and jump from the block
  On Tuesdays and Thursdays, better run from the block
  Stay there if you want and get stumped from a cop
  Knowing them white folks, you might get hung from a cot
  Look, look, look, look, look
  Nigga better run
  If you got some dope or too much cake or a gun
  Looking for some freedom, find that you will get none
  And damn, I ain't even much see my P.O. last month
  I'ma play the hotel
  I missed my court date, I ain't trying to end up in jail
  I'ma put up some mail in case I have to make bail
  I'ma still rhyme swell, shit, might as well
  And stay from the block cause it be hotter then hell
  I'ma tell ya now, they don't give a damn about ya
  End up in that place and fool around and be forgotten
  They rotten like a whole apple off a forbidden tree
  On Tuesdays and Thursdays you won't find me
  [Chorus: Juvenile]
  On Tuesdays and Thursdays, you better watch for the sweep
  Look, them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
  On Tuesdays and Thursdays, you better watch for the sweep
  Look, them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street [Verse 3: Juvenile]
  ATF be showing they ass around my block
  Feds get all the respect cause they close shop
  Who do you think be pushing them birds up in the hood?
  Who do you think be dumping them bodies up in the wood?
  It's something like baseball, three strikes and you ride
  Violate your probation, two and a half on five
  My pride don't want me to be up in this place
  My pride don't want the law to notice my face
  A young nigga with golds behind tints on dubs
  And the paper license plates, they gon think I'm a thug
  They gon tear this motherfucker up looking for drugs
  And make them dogs break me off, trying to get me to talk
  You wouldn't believe the shit with the police I done been through
  I done seen some shit they did to people I'm kin to
  My friends too, that's why I be chilling, ya heard me?
  Up in my fucking residence on Tuesdays and Thursdays
  [Chorus: Juvenile]
  On Tuesdays and Thursdays, you better watch for the sweep
  Look, them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
  On Tuesdays and Thursdays, you better watch for the sweep
  Look, them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
  [Verse 4: B.G.]
  Certain days lil' B. Geezy hit the block and hang
  Two days out the week I lay low cause them people gon swang
  I ain't bout getting hacked, you know that ain't my thang
  Police riding my back, scoping out my rang
  I play it smart, I ain't stupid, I know when to leave the block
  I know how to peep the scene, I know when it's hot
  Oh them jumpout boys, they'll take your loot
  Tuesdays and Thursdays, them big white boys have a nigga spooked
  They be three deep, creeping
  Coming round the corner, peeping and sweeping
  But they ain't gonna catch me slipping, I'm rolling out
  I'm gon' chill by a bitch and cool out on the couch
  Smoke blunt after blunt till I pass out
  When it get dark and cool off then I smash out
  I respect the task force, they don't give a fuck
  For anything, they'll have ya in central lock up
  , on Tuesdays and Thursdays [Outro: Manny Fresh & 
  Baby
  ]
  Whoa, now there you have it. Tuesdays and Thursdays
  Off the heezy, the whole task force for yo' ass
  Nigga just giving ya some game, ya dig? For sho
  Them white folks don't wanna see a nigga ball, they wanna see us crawl, bruh
  For sho', lookee here
  On Mondays, you can run all day
  On Tuesdays, sit ya ass down (duck out playboy)
  On Wednesdays, you can slang all day
  On Thursdays, sit ya ass back down (off top!)
  On Fridays, you can fuck all day
  On Saturdays and Sundays, you cool boy, believe that
  You can take this for what it's worth, playboy. And don't use ya brain
  And take heed to what CMB be saying. Fuck around and be in that cage like a
  Ol dog. Treating a nigga like a puppet. Taking orders like a bitch. But a
  Nigga gotta use that game and stay up and try to stay rich man