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conversations.value: Write me a song called Thug 4 Life with the following description: There are 2 different versions of this track available. One is the original release while the other one is a remix by Eminem, released on the posthumous album Loyal To The Game. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Hahaha, right
  Thug for life, nigga
  Can't you read the signs?
  Say "Fuck it", nigga (Just do it)
  [Verse 1]
  Mobbin' like a motherfucker, stuck
  Can you put your middle finger out the window
  Gettin' fucked off liquor, gettin' loaded, can't control it
  Nigga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it
  You get the bozack to the ho-stack, that's for sure, black
  So be a mack and keep your dough fat
  And tell me, what does it take to be a G?
  I started with a quarter ounce, soon bounced to a key
  You gotta watch your back, stay strapped, be alert
  Started as a young motherfucker doin' dirt
  And now I'm in the rap game, like the crack game, I got enemies
  Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies
  And even thug motherfuckers wanna have fun
  Stuck in, buckin' my motherfuckin' Magnum
  What does it take to be a G?
  Silence is a must, violence is a plus
  Bust shots at my adversaries, them niggas scurry
  Pick a spot to be buried, ‘cause I'll be buckin' in a fuckin' hurry [Chorus]
  Thug for life, high 'til I die
  When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
  Thug for life, high 'til I die
  When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
  Thug for life, high 'til I die
  When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
  [Verse 2]
  Game thicker than most of these tricks
  I got my mind on makin' money, but you stuck on these fake bitches
  And jealous motherfuckers can't see
  That's it's the fame that caused these stupid bitches to pass the pussy free
  So tell me, why you sweat a motherfucker like me?
  A young nigga, tryin' to hustle up some Gs
  You pussy-ass player hatin' hoes
  Dpeakin' down on niggas, jumpin' around at the shows
  And you the first motherfucker to jump
  To the trunk, when it's time for funk, little trick-ass punk
  Thug motherfuckers don't die
  We get high and we multiply, motherfucker
  Give a holler to my niggas in the Bay
  I'm livin' in L.A., still clutchin' on my AK
  [Chorus]
  Thug for life, high 'til I die
  When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
  Thug for life, high 'til I die
  When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
  Thug for life, high 'til I die
  When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
  Thug for life, high 'til I die
  When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
  Thug for life, high 'til I die
  When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
  Thug for life, high 'til I die
  When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em [Outro]
  Thug for life, bitch
  Yeah, nigga, Thug Life
  From now until for motherfuckin' ever
  Half-nots in this, motherfucker, yeah
  And we out