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conversations.value: Write me a song called Done It Now with the following description: The song was leaked in 2008, giving rise to speculation that it would appear on Paper Trail. T.I. quashed this belief, explaining that it was a very emotional track recorded right after the murder of his friend Philant Johnson, never intended for release. This explains the aggressive lyrics and uncharacteristically savage delivery, which are aimed directly at Johnson’s killers. It eventually wound up on Tip’s 2009 “A Year and a Day” mixtape with a guest feature from the ubiquitous Lil' Wayne. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Oh y'all niggas done fucked up now!
  I ain't playin' wit' ya, patna
  All bets is off, the truce is over, fuck the world!
  I'm ready to die right here, nigga
  (This shit fucked up, nigga)
  This shit ain't even funny no more, patna!
  [Verse 1: T.I.]
  You can see me cautious 'fore you see this Carbon 15, watch it I'll squeeze, just throw it up and keep coughin'
  I'mma bring it out I promise they don't see it often
  100 round bullets you can take the beam off it
  The powder give you power while you gettin' geeked off it
  'Til you 6 feet deep dead sleepin' in a coffin
  I ain't playin' with these niggas fuck 'em, let 'em keep talkin'
  Bet they patnas need suits after they bodies need chalkin'
  Now you the raw
  Separate the realest from the soft and you the flawed
  I probably wouldn't a believed it 'til I saw it
  Them niggas think they flossin' tell 'em step into my office
  I'm feelin' standoffish homes, you better back off it
  Bust that boulder on your shoulder, I'mma blow the back off it
  Drop you off the bridge in Florida feed you to the dolphins
  Cop 100 bricks in Georgia drive 'em to the office
  And if I bag 'em up in ounces better get a mil' off it
  Trippin' off some bullshit you better chill off it
  Tryin to beef and start some bullshit to get a deal off it
  Niggas gon' be killed off and they mamas out here lost it
  And now they mothafuckin' life it's gonna cost 'em, nigga [Chorus]
  You done done it now
  Run up on him spray 100 rounds
  Gun 'em down
  Why these pussy niggas runnin' round?
  Hunt 'em down
  I want them niggas dead
  I want they head I want it now
  I'mma put you in the ground, nigga
  You done done it now
  Run up on him spray 100 rounds
  Gun 'em down
  Why these pussy niggas runnin' round?
  Hunt 'em down
  I want them niggas dead
  I want they head I want it now
  I'mma put you in the ground, nigga
  [Verse 2: T.I.]
  You bearin' witness to the latest and the greatest
  You should listen to the latest 'cause them sucka niggas hatin'
  Hands down best, shit, the realest ever made it
  Land in a jet, Tre'mel, we done named it
  Ride in Ferraris, drops, Bentleys and Mercedes
  They envy the nigga's swagger
  Would die for the nigga, playa
  Yeah they gettin' mad but I don't wanna do favours
  Nigga I'm too major
  Talk to you later
  Already hated you and gettin' more paper
  Now how you think they take it he the best on paper
  Gracin' the front pages?
  Pay attention to the latest
  You ain't heard the word? Better listen to the ladies
  King of the whole thing, no ifs, no maybes
  But the game so crazy
  Niggas is so shady
  Tryin' to play fair niggas think it's so crazy
  That's when the arm raise and the guns gon' blazin'
  Cajun, sizzlin' hot it gone crazy
  Playin' hard ball you diggin' yo own grave and
  If the police get you 'fore me it's O.K
  We gon' have a nigga fuckin' you in the prison wit' AIDS [Chorus]
  You done done it now
  Run up on him spray 100 rounds
  Gun 'em down
  Why these pussy niggas runnin' round?
  Hunt 'em down
  I want them niggas dead
  I want they head I want it now
  I'mma put you in the ground, nigga
  You done done it now
  Run up on him spray 100 rounds
  Gun 'em down
  Why these pussy niggas runnin' round?
  Hunt 'em down
  I want them niggas dead
  I want they head I want it now
  I'mma put you in the ground, nigga
  [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
  I'm a bullet past cuckoo
  And I be wit' a bunch of dogs, no goof troop
  And I'm the shit I stay away from the poop scoop
  Fuck wit' me I turn you to angels like Snoop Snoop
  You catch shots like the hoop do
  The bullets spin you around and hula hoop you
  And I don't give a damn who you
  See all you hear is "Brrrap! Brrrap!" and "Su-whoop!"
  Do you
  Know what I do t'you
  Or what I'd do to the child you grew
  I'm wild, so zoo, like I'm Japanese
  If niggas wanna jump they fuckin' with the trampoline
  And when the block hot I come through like mezzanine
  The fireman, hoe, I smell like gasoline
  I got somethin' on the flo' that would blow you to smithereens
  Head, arms, feet, brains, heart, liver, spleen
  Bitch I'm clean
  In the city where niggas be droppin' like Fonzie
  Wake your ass up, bitch, nigga you not dreamin'
  Pussy-ass boy die screamin' [Chorus]
  You done done it now
  Run up on him spray 100 rounds
  Gun 'em down
  Why these pussy niggas runnin' round?
  Hunt 'em down
  I want them niggas dead
  I want they head I want it now
  I'mma put you in the ground, nigga
  You done done it now
  Run up on him spray 100 rounds
  Gun 'em down
  Why these pussy niggas runnin' round?
  Hunt 'em down
  I want them niggas dead
  I want they head I want it now
  I'mma put you in the ground, nigga