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conversations.value: Write me a song called Get ’Em Off Me with the following description: This is the intro song (technically 2nd) with Wayne off his 2005 mixtape The Suffix
  Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Hook]
  That mac-10 will get them off me
  Head shots, he still talking
  [Verse 1]
  You try to run up on Lil Wayne, I let you hold the slug
  The can opener, 
  will make your jug open up
  I'm probly in the crib--baking Up, rolling up
  Cause I'm a nut wit the coke, call me coconut
  Bet I smack em wit the tooly, tell em straighten up
  I'm from the murder capital
  , you niggas baby butt
  You baby mutts get the fuck, I ain't a dog
  I'm a Boss Hogg, shout out to Slim Thugga'
  Pussy's spraying, that's a shot to ya brim youngin'
  I'm so Cash Money, right out the rim brotha
  Not out to get nothing but bread, I said I am
  Not out to get nothing but bread, I said I
  Slide out the whip, looking like a million bucks
  Don't touch bet this fucking full clip fill ya up
  Hollygrove in this bitch blocka block
  Make the chef pull the stove off the hip, cook em up
  [Hook]
  That mac-10 will get them off me
  Head shots, he still talking [Verse 2]
  If I was to let the barrel spin
  None of you niggas be standing
  I pull this burner out my drawers
  You gonna piss in ya panties
  On the block as a younging
  I was working that jelly
  Knew fat niggas kept bundles under their belly
  I’m a motherfucking Young Money
  A motherfucking Cash Money
  Millionaire, Cash money Machiavelli
  They say dress to kill, but I look better at it
  Ready for anything, its covered like spaghetti
  I’m a nice young d-boy baby
  I digest your man like a t-bone baby
  Keep on I got the heat on 80
  At 90 I’m shooting, at 100 I’m blazin
  Concrete jungle the wild-life pavement
  That’s my life, my life, my life baby
  Don’t get caught up in the twilight craze
  Or you'll be just another highlight baby
  [Hook]
  That mac-10 will get them off me
  Head shots, he still talking [Verse 3]
  Before I had my aim
  I still had a pistol
  Missing ya whole chest
  Hitting ya whole temple
  Like 95, 96 getting it in the rental
  So short I had to sit on a pillow
  Let the whole quaker sit on the griddle
  Cook em up and shoot em out like missiles
  Boot em up and call em out like bitches
  They ain't nothing but bitches
  They ain't fucking with this shit
  They swinging and missing
  My angle is different, they ain’t seeing me
  Look into my music, that’s the window to my soul
  See the g in me, long hair all black like Easy-E
  Little nigga got smack like the DvD
  Click-clack sound sweet to me
  Pap-pap you look asleep to me (what you saying)
  Click-clack sound sweet to me
  Pap-pap you look sleep to me
  Good night
  [Hook]
  That mac-10 will get them off me
  Head shots, he still talking