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conversations.value: Write me a song called Hit U Up with the following description: “Hit U Up” is a posse cut from Lil Wayne’s 2000 album, Lights Out. The song features Wayne’s fellow Hot Boys Juvenile, Turk, and B.G. rapping about taking out their competition. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Turk]
  Come on, come on
  Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
  I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas, and sharks
  Niggas that's 'bout beefin' - lettin' them K's spark
  Knockin'-it-off-your-shoulder soldiers - them real niggas
  Niggas who did time - hard-to-kill niggas
  How you live, you get it is the way a nigga play it
  Niggas ain't fightin' no more - niggas bustin' your head
  Sendin' you to your grave - it's do or die, cousin
  Aimin' straight for your head, makin' sure you die, cousin
  They dressin' in black, prepared for combat
  Ridin' four deep strapped with choppers and macks
  Not givin' a fuck, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bust
  You get hit, that's on you, my nigga - you're outta luck
  You're stuck like chuck - wodie, you're assed out
  That's what happen to ya tryin' to be hard, runnin' your mouth
  Get erased, my nigga (my nigga)
  Look here: I leave no trace, my nigga (my nigga)
  No witnesses so can you see my face, my nigga (my nigga)
  Fled the scene - so you have no case, my nigga- -case, my nigga
  Look here: you can play if you wanna get down
  Get your stupid ass left where you can't be found
  [Chorus: B.G.]
  We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
  We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
  We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
  We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
  We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
  We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
  We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Whaa?)
  We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up [Verse 2: Juvenile]
  I was wrong for a lot of shit that I'mma take to my grave
  Continuously whippin' niggas like a runaway slave
  Must was meant for me to be thuggin' - I stay in some beef
  Baby and Slim keep tellin' me, "Juvenile, stay off them streets."
  I can't help - I draw attention; they be fuckin' with me
  I'm hot in the ass and can't get enough of these streets
  A lil' nigga in the Rolls screamin', "Fuck the police!"
  Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east
  Now play yourself, you gon' find yourself by yourself
  In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
  I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
  My life is four hundred degrees, so I bust 'em up
  Still stickin' to the g-code, Ree's, and B's
  Quit drinkin', but I will smoke some weed indeed
  All they understand is my project English
  And if you don't like it, you can kiss my penis
  [Chorus: B.G.]
  We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
  We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
  We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
  We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
  We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
  We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
  We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
  We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!) [Verse 3: B.G.]
  I run the streets cause I'm real if it's daylight or dark
  You a killer, nigga? (Eah?) Ain't no fear in my heart
  I'll go toe to toe with ya or take ya to war
  I'll even go K for K with ya - now make your choice
  Better know when I'm in beef that I be creepin', nigga
  Better know that I'm a snake, and I'mma sneak ya, nigga
  Each time I hit the corner, I be leavin' niggas
  Momma upset - can't even go on and grievin', nigga
  Nothin' change - I'm on TV, I don't play with you niggas
  Still the same that'll spin broad day on you niggas
  And empty a hundred out that K
  Where you're caught hangin' is where you're left stankin', ya heard me
  I've been in the game - niggas know what I'm 'bout
  So many murders under my belt, I done lost count
  If you wanna be another number, my nigga
  Go ahead, drop your nuts, and run up, my nigga
  [Chorus: B.G.]
  We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
  We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
  Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
  Nigga, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
  Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
  And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
  Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Whaa?)
  Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!) [Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
  Hello, world
  I zip through fast in a yellow pearl drop Porsche Boxter
  Young mobster, wild and obnoxious
  Pop some in your dreadlocks - What? Me not no rookie, boy
  Glock cookin', boy
  I'll turn your forehead to a pussy, boy
  Off the gate, cousin, you niggas gon' make me stalk and spray somethin'
  Spark or lace somethin'
  Park the car, get out, walk, and spray somethin'
  Taught to stay thuggin' brought up in this shit that we call America
  And in my hood the laws are scared of us - we are too terrible
  If I live to be old, it's a miracle
  Cause the way a nigga hatin' or bitch plottin', the shit's hysterical
  That's why I keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo
  Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you
  Don't blame me, society changed me
  You haul white, you smash powder all night for the fast dollar
  Cut off lights, we masked riders
  The hood trash got us in a position we can't shake
  With bars we can't break, and due to that you ain't safe, bitch
  [Chorus: B.G.]
  We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
  Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
  Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
  Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up, nigga (Ooohh!)
  (Did you see that?)
  We hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
  And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
  (Did you see that?)
  We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
  Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
  Boy, look
  We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
  Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
  Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
  Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
  [Outro: B.G.]
  Nigga - we put holes in you bitch-ass niggas, ya heard me
  We don't barrow nothin', don't fear nothin'
  And ain't nothin' you can do 'bout these (Hot! Hot! Hot!) Boy$, nigga
  Let 'em burn, nigga
  Let 'em burn, nigga
  B.Geezy, Lil Wheezy, Juvy, Two Tymer