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conversations.value: Write me a song called Hammer Dance with the following description: Released on February 28th, 2012.  This is the first offering from Slaughterhouse’s sophomore album welcome to: OUR HOUSE, which was released on May 15th, 2012.
  This track was produced by araabMUZIK, and samples the guitar riff from the beginning of “Falling Away From Me” by Korn.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced by AraabMUZIK]
  [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
  My real name, my rap shit
  No made up nigga, I'm straight up, nigga
  Still in the projects where I came up, nigga
  On a scaffold doing ten sets of ten, getting my weight up, nigga
  I'm no shooter, but my shooters'll have your brain exposed
  But I'll shoot five in a second, homie, and break your nose
  Talking past, I'm dead ass, I was living
  Life fast with my pistol in the grab
  Digging in my ass tryna finish up the last so I can sit it in a stash
  Old E. sweat dripping from the bag
  Milk crates sitting on the ave
  While I'm looking left and right for them niggas with the badge
  My mom's dishes really had crack on 'em
  12 12s and I kept that shit packed for 'em, yeah they came back for 'em
  I can paint it so vivid cause I really lived it
  If rap fail, I stack bail, and show you how to get it!
  [Chorus Royce Da 5'9"]
  I'm in the club, bottle in hand doing my two step
  While I got my gun in my pants, call it the hammer dance
  Bitches dancing on a nigga, when they feel the gun
  I tell 'em we're doing the hammer dance
  Two steppin' with my weapon on me
  You good? I'm just checking, homie
  Fam-a-lam, you don't stand a chance
  While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance [Verse 2: Crooked I]
  In these LA times, I wake up on one
  House slippers and coffee, I know the paper gon' come
  I drop shit that make the gangstas go dumb
  Keep a bad bitch naked like my waist with no gun
  I'm for real, how are you?
  Got street power, from the Watts Towers to Howard Hugh
  How would you become me? I don't do what you cowards do
  Flip a thousand pounds of that sour dies' in a hour, dude
  I'm out my muh'fuckin' mind
  Fuck a punchline, salute my muh'fuckin' grind
  Ditching feds on the regular, they're trying to catch a predator
  Not the Chris Hansen type, but the Danny Glover kind
  I'm a killer, everybody know I body yo audio
  When the shotty blow say goodbye to your barrio, you maricón
  You don't think that I'm about this
  Ice grill, nigga, put your money where your mouth is
  [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
  I'm in the club, bottle in hand doing my two step
  While I got my gun in my pants, call it the hammer dance
  Bitches dancing on a nigga, when they feel the gun
  I tell 'em we're doing the hammer dance
  Two steppin' with my weapon on me
  You good? I'm just checking, homie
  Fam-a-lam, you don't stand a chance
  While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance [Verse 3: Joe Budden]
  (Joey)
  My real name, my rap shit
  Fuck with Chase, but the real bank is the mattress
  Money ain't new to me, been getting G-stacks
  Since Smoove B took his shawty back from rehab
  Knife work with me, but the chrome is extra
  Case I'm in the same taxi as the bone collector
  Y'all rappin' 'bout models, I get hounded by 'em
  Not a killer at all, I'm just surrounded by 'em
  Just a real nigga, straight from my mother's stomach
  Ain't enough cloth for all of us to be cut from it
  Not decided by who totes lead
  'Cause all of us would be angels for Pujols' bread
  Lot of hostility, hollering is killing me
  Screaming "Over my dead body," like it's not a possibility
  On my Jers' bullshit, never mind me
  But if it's ever problems, niggas know where to find me
  [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
  I'm in the club, bottle in hand doing my two step
  While I got my gun in my pants, call it the hammer dance
  Bitches dancing on a nigga, when they feel the gun
  I tell 'em we're doing the hammer dance
  Two steppin' with my weapon on me
  You good? I'm just checking, homie
  Fam-a-lam, you don't stand a chance
  While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance