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conversations.value: Write me a song called Get At These Niggaz with the following description: Off Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana’s collaborative mixtape, Blow.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Juelz Santana:]
  Ay yo Weezy--you ready to get at these niggas, man?
  [Lil Wayne:]
  You already got em
  [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  Who you? Weezy Baby
  I do what the fuck I wanna come from the corner they call (what?)
  Apple and Eagle where your mama didn't want you at all (yep!)
  Packing them heaters in the heat of the moment
  Strapping them kilos in that seat of that Honda--we on one
  Back in the G a quarter-key was the normal
  Jack a nigga if he hurtin' not believing in karma but
  What if he armed and what if he ready to shoot?
  We strap up shut the fuck up and dippity do what we gotta
  Who we gotta,when we gotta
  It's murder murder mur murder murder, don't think about it
  One thing about it them niggas hoes they ain't about it
  Complain about it and ain't around it, shame on 'em
  I gain honor, fame, power, money, bitches
  More problems and more guns, simple addition
  Plus, I got choppers on the hog
  Homie on bed rest head doctor on call
  I got a masseuse who'd rather seduce me
  Now everytime she hear my name she salute me
  Bitch nigga do you cause I know Imma do me
  Born from New Orleans you gon have to shoot me [Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
  Streets my heart I love her to the core
  But she just like a bitch, man she fucking with them all
  So, I'm strapped up never coming in the raw
  Magnum when I'm coming through the door, whats it for? (you know)
  And I ain't talkin condom, nigga, I'm talkin 45 palm a nigga, launch a nigga back
  Send him back home with his back blown to the point where you can see his back bone stickin out
  I stick it out when it's drought time, too
  Make it work like the first I'm about mines dude (ya know)
  I get it crackin I'm about my moves
  Don't step on these Gators I'm about my shoes (boy!)
  And you don't want me to step out my shoes and step out my groove and let out my tools
  The hammer kill, the hammer will make you stop, drop and roll like you slipped on a banana peel
  Live by the code and honor honor the code
  Stop snitchin, be a man nigga honor your role
  I stick by the stove, when I'm on it it's on
  You see that coke turn to oil it's on, nigga it's on
  You see that hard base and the water is soft
  Gimme that ice lemme show you it's on, nigga it's on
  I'm sellin heavy things, down to anything
  Bricks, half quarters, I got everything ya digg?
  Aye
  [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
  Come equipped with them sizzlers for the blizzard
  Here's a sick sickle for you and your lil niggas
  Elz, Imma get em--they bitches they just bitches
  Just bought a new Glock 
  40 shots hair trigger
  Shots through the driver side that mean the driver died
  Car crash kill the passenger double homicide
  We in all black like Amistad
  They call my crew old school cause we walk around with 99s
  Millimeters
   red dot find the spot
  Head shot body drop
  Two fingers I'm out
  Gunslinger Hollygrove, Fireman kinda hot
  Tie yo ass up and leave ya body in the loadin docks
  New Orleans rollin rock Syrup in the soda pop
  I can get rich all I need is a stove
  And I'll stand over that bitch til them thangs get swole
  And I'll work that corner in the heat or the cold
  I'm good [Outro: Lil Wayne]
  Yeah
  This right here is what you niggas didn't want
  Yea, bitch nigga I'm in Harlem
  Yea, pussy nigga I'm way in Harlem
  Yea, they took my city so I'm in Harlem, fuckin' wit Elz nigga
  Santana, red bandana nigga
  Holla at ya mu fuckin boy
  Elz, these niggas looking like they ate a dick
  That's how these niggas looking in the mufucking face
  Shut the fuck up nigga
  Quarter to a key come see me nigga
  Yeah, they talking bout New Orleans gone
  Nigga I am New Orleans, nigga
  That's right
  Yeah, but like I said bitch nigga I'm in Harlem nigga!
  Fuckin' with Elz nigga