conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called That Nigga a Gangsta with the following description: This song is about how Ca$his is a gangster and how people can tell that he is a gangster.This is also the follow up to the skit on the EP.This song shows how he’s a gangster and the skit is similar to it. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Shady Records own, bogus boy
  Ca$his, it's Ca$his nigga, ah-ha ha
  I'm here, right back on y'all, nigga
  Blocc Boyz, what the bid'ness is, nigga
  Seven-fo', let's go!
  [Verse 1]
  In this industry, a fifth of Hennessy
  I'm tryna get with the bid'ness so where the bitches be
  When I flick the Vogues, I'ma get the hoes
  In a seven-fo' Lincoln black, two do's
  Hope to strap shorty, take a ride with Ca$his
  If a nigga look wrong you gon' let him have it
  Say, what's your name? What kind of set you claim?
  I'm seven-fo' now; tell me, do you bang?
  We ain't ask about your mayne, cause he ain't here with us
  And we both know that we about to fuck
  You see my limo tint, but they can't see you bitch
  Go and pull out my dick, and put your mouth on it
  If you don't do it now, you'll never get the chance
  If you ain't puttin out bitch, make other plans
  I still keep my money in a rubber band
  With the pitchfork sealed up, on the other hand
  [Hook]
  You see them niggas runnin, you see my spinnin drum and
  You lookin at my face sayin that nigga a gangsta
  Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds
  And e'ry rider here know that nigga a gangsta
  You see them niggas runnin, you see my spinnin drum and
  You lookin at my face sayin that nigga a gangsta
  Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds
  And e'ry rider here know that nigga a gangsta [Verse 2]
  Seen switchin lanes, off of sniffin 'caine
  And a sip of purp', I'm hurtin on my drank
  I've been doin work, you know about my gang
  You want me you can find me wherever that you hang
  I got a bigger dick, plus I'm fly as shit
  You've seen me with your bitch, cause I got benefits
  I'm a militant, AWOL lyricist
  Your face menstruates when I clap-clap, period
  I snatch cakes off the, back of you wack nigga
  Shady Records in your mouth, take that nigga
  Em I never leave, forever got your back
  And e'ry soldier in my squad feel like that
  Gangsta disciple, you motherfuckers know
  You should've killed me, a long time ago
  I'm a regular ev-ery day psycho
  Hat to the right on sight wherever I go
  [Hook]
  You see them niggas runnin, you see my spinnin drum and
  You lookin at my face sayin that nigga a gangsta
  Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds
  And e'ry rider here know that nigga a gangsta
  You see them niggas runnin, you see my spinnin drum and
  You lookin at my face sayin that nigga a gangsta
  Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds
  And e'ry rider here know that nigga a gangsta [Verse 3]
  I've been provin this, for a long time
  And e'ry line that I write, is all mine
  See me walkin a straight line in daytime
  But I spray nines right in front, of the one-times
  Livin life, in the California sunshine
  But I'm the only star out, in the nighttime
  Flagged up, knowin suckers ain't gon' like - I'm
  Makin them turn they head straight boy just like mine
  Took the West over, I'm the real king
  You don't believe me, fuck you, kill me
  I don't fear none of y'all, meet a real G
  Come against me, pussy nigga you will see
  When you awake, and you still sleep
  You dead you lil' pussy boy, feel me
  You said you was gon' muh'fuckin kill me?
  But you bled, guess you ain't that real, G
  Screech
  [Hook]
  You see them niggas runnin, you see my spinnin drum and
  You lookin at my face sayin that nigga a gangsta
  Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds
  And e'ry rider here know that nigga a gangsta
  You see them niggas runnin, you see my spinnin drum and
  You lookin at my face sayin that nigga a gangsta
  Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds
  And e'ry rider here know that nigga a gangsta [Outro]
  That nigga a gangsta nigga
  You stupid ass niggas don't know what a spinnin drum is?
  That's a 100-round shot clip, comin straight at you
  Your face, your back, your chest
  It don't matter to me nigga, and that's real
  I got guns nigga, I got money nigga
  I got riders, what the fuck you gon' do to me?
  I got guns nigga, I got money nigga
  I got riders, what the fuck you gon' do to me?
  Nuttin, Shady Records own, bogus boy
  Ca$his, 
  King Mathers!
  It's brought to you, by the great King Mathers
  I'm out, let's go! {*echoes*}