conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Pistol Pistol (Remix) with the following description: After surviving a shooting in 2005, Obie Trice used the beat from Pistol Pistol (a successful song off of D12’s debut album) to deliver a scathing attack on his would-be assassins. Sadly, the shooters were never found.
  Obie also addressed the shooting on the song Cry Now (Remix), off of the same album. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Obie Trice & 
  Eminem
  ]
  O. Trice, come on!
  Yeah
  You, niggas, got me
  I'ma get 'em
  It ain't over
  [Chorus: Obie Trice]
  You can catch me in the whip wit' a fifth of pimp juice (Yeah!)
  Then I'm poppin' the clip, 'bout to fix this issue (Woo!)
  You pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you (No!)
  You're gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue (Nigga!)
  Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through (Ha!)
  You seen us on the ave, anxious to get you (Seen)
  But my penis is a mag, when I lif', it hits you (Da-da-da-da!)
  'Cause I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol
  [Verse: Obie Trice]
  I solemnly swear on my daughter's tears
  The nigga that got him in the head'll feel it before the year ends
  Hope you inconspicuous, my friend
  'Cause once the word get back, you in a world of sin
  Bullets will hurdle at him for tryna murder what's
  Been determined as the first solo African (Me!)
  To go platinum where the accident happened at
  Well, maggots, I'm alive with vengeance to get back (Get back!)
  My mama blood pressure was affected from that
  My little girl need her daddy on the phone at a certain time
  Exact now, and niggas act wild (Foul)
  But when the MAC come out, y'all niggas exile (Blaow!)
  And I don't wanna hear X-Y-Z
  I'm X'ing out your whole entity for tryin' to kill me (Me, nigga)
  Filthy motherfuckers, I'll show you what real be (Real be, nigga)
  When these HTB's light up your kidneys (Woo!)
  I'm so sincere, you see in a hearse this year
  It's not a verse, it's a curse from birth, and what's on your person over here?
  This is Obie, hear him clear, niggas beware
  We're coming at you with firearms in air
  And your purpose so superfluous, how could I be merciful
  When murkin' me's a mercenary's goal?
  Nigga, I got paper, I'll have your ass urgently exposed (What?!)
  No emergency's bringin' back your souls
  Slugs shatter your bones for pat-pattin' me in the dome
  Learn this patter-in, we catch him at home, he wrong
  That's when automatics sporadically catch him in the abdomen
  Another dirty motherfucker's gone (Yeah!) [Chorus: Obie Trice]
  You can catch me in the whip wit' a fifth of pimp juice (Yeah!)
  Then I'm poppin' the clip, 'bout to fix this issue (Woo!)
  You pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you (No!)
  You're gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue (Nigga!)
  Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through (Ha!)
  You seen us on the ave, anxious to get you (Seen)
  But my penis is a mag, when I lif', it hits you (Da-da-da-da!)
  'Cause I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol
  [Outro: Obie Trice & 
  Bizarre
  ]
  "Second Round's on Me"
  (
  Robbin', shootin', killin', murder
  )
  Oh shit, run!
  (
  Robbin', shootin', killin', murder
  )