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conversations.value: Write me a song called Boyz 2 Menace with the following description: Gudda Gudda and Lil Wayne team up for this remix of Lil Uzi Vert’s “For Real” original off Uzi’s 2017 album Luv is Rage 2. The title of the song is also a reference to the essential Rap movie Menace II Society & the R&B group Boyz II Men.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Gudda Gudda]
  Take that shit off at the front
  Gudda! Lord
  Uh-oh
  [Verse 1: Gudda Gudda & (Lil Wayne)]
  Sleep on me, I hope you die in your sleep
  No one's defiant as me
  I know my worth, so when you pay me
  Just know that I am not cheap (I am not cheap)
  On the road to riches
  Tappin' my horn, so watch for the beep (watch for the beep)
  Rippin' this shit to pieces
  No, I will not look out for the beat
  Started out on the block
  Got on my feet and rose to the top
  I'm the cleanup man with the mop
  50 shots disfigured his top, yes (disfigured)
  I come from the city of God (God)
  I walk around in the city like God (God)
  Made it out and still come back
  Somebody, please tell me, what are the odds?
  On this mic I am a wizard, but this is not Oz
  Cold but hot, I can turn the summer to fall
  I'm sicker than y'all
  Don't talk to me unless you talkin' 'bout paper
  I'm buyin' some acres, no time for a neighbor
  I'm from New Orleans, yes, I am a gator
  I’ll do you a favor, and not do you a favor
  'Cause if I do you a favor
  And you don't come back with that paper
  I'ma have to lay hands on you
  Like I'm givin' you prayer
  Eastside, we ain't playin' it fair
  You ever heard of the tortoise and hare?
  I'm switchin' the gear
  Started off in the back, bitch
  But now I'm winnin', it's clear
  Nigga, I'm here
  Gudda! [Interlude: Lil Wayne]
  For real
  (Blows smoke)
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  I got my married hoes on single drugs
  Got my fattest hoes gettin' finger fucked
  And my trashiest hoes is clean as fuck
  And my nastiest hoes is neat as fuck
  Take your shoes off before you walk inside
  Take your shoes off before you cross the line
  I snoozed off on Father Time
  Got my goons to go kidnap Daughter Time
  Come to wet the party up, and whoever in it
  Got one gun that shoot for seven minutes
  I'm done shitting, niggas never spit it
  I'm high class, niggas' elementary
  Repetition, that's the definition
  I'm a Hot Boy under air conditionin'
  Shoot the gun with the left arm limpin'
  George Jefferson in all seven minutes
  Got a hot girl off television
  With a very sticky unhairy kitty
  In the right position, screamin' "You're consistent"
  I sit there and listen like we talkin' business
  I don't need her out here filmin' niggas
  I'd really rather have her steal from niggas
  I really travel like a pilgrim, nigga
  Kush loud as Fred screamin' "Wilma!", nigga
  I've been takin' time out to count the bands
  Break a promise in the promised land
  Going zagga zow off of zagga xans
  From the middleman to the Macho Man
  I've been talkin' shit up in Diddy house
  Went to Disneyland, talked to Mickey Mouse
  Then I figured out how to figure out
  What I was figurin' out, you figure it out
  Got a trigger man with an extra hand
  My bitches sleep by my bitch's house
  So every party is a slumber party
  Sky is the limit, head in the clouds
  While you runnin' round, I'ma run it up
  You dumb it down, I ain't dumb enough
  I hit the courtroom and stunk it up
  High comin' down, plug comin' up
  You gon' hold me down, you gon' hold me up
  You don't know me, but you know what's up
  And the coke was cut with some extra coke
  Showed her more than love, she just shoulder-shrugged
  She don't know it's love, it's not important love
  As long as we can keep extortin' the plug
  Just let him bleed and ignore the blood
  Just let him be and ignore the buzz
  Pour it up, catch a sugar rush
  Chopper full of rust, but it still bust
  Bust good as fuck, every bullet struck
  Like a hundred holes, got a hole-in-one
  Safe full as fuck, money full of dust
  And I'm pulling up in that "What the fuck?"
  That's a muscle car, got me lookin' buff
  If you look enough, you a mussel, punk
  That's a Bugatti on steroids
  Bugatti on Chevron
  All-white like an Altoid
  All these rings on, call me Bellboy
  From the Teflon to the Kevlar
  Don't mean shit when your head off
  Make the top dog jump dead off
  Then we keep his head for a memoir
  I sped off with the head off
  Goin' big Bruno on Mars
  Sippin' Lone Star, turn a pornstar
  To a known star with a phone call [Bridge]
  Hold up; murky, murky water, yeah
  Purple, purple rivers, yeah
  Floatin' purple ribbons, yeah
  I'm cursed, but still religious, damn
  I've been poppin' 10s, yeah
  'Cause my bitch pop all the 20s, damn
  Why you hatin' on the skinnys, damn
  I met Satan, he was chillin', hold up
  [Outro]
  Murky, murky water
  Purple, purple rivers
  Floatin' purple ribbons
  I'm cursed but still religious
  Damn
  Take your clothes off bitch
  Call your road dog, bitch
  I feel like O-Dog, bitch
  Boyz 2 Menace