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conversations.value: Write me a song called Gangsta, Gangsta with the following description: Track #10 of The Reason,An Album By Philadelphia Rapper Beanie Sigel,Released Under Roc-A-Fella Records
  
  Features Kurupt Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]
  (Yo) Who wanna fuck wit', the fat boy of the Roc?
  (blldddttt) stick em, ha, another victim
  Mac pullin' capers again
  Fuck with that money paper then
  Light as a rock, gonna light up the block
  Don't believe in cases, goin all out
  Paintin' faces, switch my picture, like tradin' places
  For that money what?
  Everybody hands up, or hands down money tucked
  I flip the money trucks, money I don't give a fuck
  Ay money, shut the fuck up
  It's only a stickup
  You don't stand a chance, give it quick up
  You 'bout to turn into an ambulance pickup
  Enough with the cocky stuff, fuck all that stocky stuff
  Don't get smacked like a hockey puck
  I ain't wit' that rocky stuff
  I'm strapped got this gat (Blah blah blah blah)
  What?
  [Hook: Kurupt & 
  Beanie Sigel
  ]
  Gangsta, gangsta, tell me how you do it
  It seems so simple, like there was nuttin' to it
  One more time run through it, 
  everybody hands up
  Alright hands down, money tucked
  Gangsta, gangsta, tell me how you do it
  It seems so simple, like there was nuttin' to it
  One more time run through it, 
  everybody hands up
  Alright hands down, money tucked [Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
  I'm on fire like a molotov cocktail
  I'm high off them cocktails
  Dangerous gone broke, my aim is no joke
  Duct taped, roped, strangle your folks
  Box cut across the throat (nope)
  Bang the four 'till it's broke
  Prey on niggas in a circlular pattern
  Catch you playin' craps, car in reverse
  I'm circlin' back
  Man I stay up in them dice games, fuck a ice chain
  A Ice ring, I'm tryin' to come up on some nice change
  In case a nigga might swing, they gets a might thang
  Pull out the right thang, show em it's a spike thang
  Make you do the right thing, like a Spike Lee joint
  Bang that pussy in his right knee joint
  You get the sergeant and cap couldn't tell mack (freeze)
  I'm like a rat dodgin' traps when it come to the cheeze
  Backwards wrapped my trough
  Won't hesitate to clap ya folks
  I'm on tilt like a rapid (?)
  [Hook: Kurupt & 
  Beanie Sigel
  ]
  Gangsta, gangsta, tell me how you do it
  It seems so simple, like there was nuttin' to it
  One more time run through it, 
  everybody hands up
  Alright hands down, money tucked
  Gangsta, gangsta, tell me how you do it
  It seems so simple, like there was nuttin' to it
  One more time run through it, 
  everybody hands up
  Alright hands down, money tucked [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
  Back now nigga, all black down nigga
  Mack now, loaded up wit' black towns nigga
  Frontline, clap down, background niggas
  One nine clap crowns, and smack down niggas
  Keep rope to hogtie you pork ass niggas
  Stuffin' the boot to shoot hoops you sports ass nigga
  Wouldn't shoot a game of pool
  8-ball in the corner pocket, stop it
  You niggas flippin' Guess jeans profit
  Disrespectin' the scale, expectin' to sell
  You got seeds in ya weed, disrespectin' the L
  Don't got 20's on ya wheels disrespectin' the car
  You burnin rubber and that squad, disrespectin the tar
  You niggas wore ass backwards, vest and no gat
  Same thing with your hustle, rustled and packed
  The ball back on missions
  Drop the east the mack more vicious
  Back to snatch or crack off dishes
  [Hook: Kurupt & 
  Beanie Sigel
  ]
  Gangsta, gangsta, tell me how you do it
  It seems so simple, like there was nuttin' to it
  One more time run through it, 
  everybody hands up
  Alright hands down, money tucked
  Gangsta, gangsta, tell me how you do it
  It seems so simple, like there was nuttin' to it
  One more time run through it, 
  everybody hands up
  Alright hands down, money tucked