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conversations.value: Write me a song called Shit Hits The Fan with the following description: A semi-successful song by Obie Trice off his album Cheers that features both Dr. Dre and Eminem. Although, only Dre spits a verse, while Em does the hook. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Dr. Dre]
  Yeah
  Yo, let's bring it
  [Chorus: Eminem]
  What you gonna do when shit hits the fan?
  Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
  Will you be as hard as you say you are?
  Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?
  I said, what you gonna do when shit hits the fan?
  Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
  And show us you're as hard as you say you are?
  Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?
  [Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
  Niggas is so gangsta, niggas is thugs
  Niggas'll spend they whole life peddling drugs
  Slangin' dope in hopes of one day being able
  To own their own label and give the game up
  Some niggas came up, some just didn't
  That's just the way it is; if it ain't meant it, it just isn't
  Some niggas'll get money and pay niggas to back 'em so they can act up, feel comfortable and rap tough
  And that's ass-backwards
  'Cause them niggas just gon' keep comin' back and that's when extortion happens and you struggle to get free
  I know how this shit be
  You'd give anything to live legitimately
  But you gon' find if you do get in this industry
  It's best to do business with me than against me
  Niggas get behind mics and ain't even emcees
  Niggas get on MTV just to diss me
  This shit don't even piss me off
  I'm laughing all the way to the bank
  Watching the satellite from a Bentley
  And you niggas ain't even got a car
  You're so far under my radar
  I don't even know who the fuck you are
  To tell you to suck my dick while I'm pissin'
  I don't even listen to your shit to know who the fuck I'm dissin'
  And media just feeds into these feuds
  Tryna add fuel to the fire, this lil' nigga Ja Rule
  Talking bout he's gon' slap me? Nigga, please!
  You gotta jump and swing up to hit me in the knees
  I laugh at these magazines when they interview him
  All they doing is making fake threats to us through them
  And, pussy, you not Pac; 
  I knew him
  Pac was a real nigga, you just a fucking insult to him
  It's too bad we had to fall out before he passed
  'Cause if he could see this shit now, he'd be whoopin' your ass
  You're talkin' to a pioneer who engineered this shit for 19 years
  Who you got in ya ear? (Pshhhhh!)
  I ain't even gotta say it, the fans know
  Quit tryna be tough, nigga, you look like an asshole [Chorus: Eminem]
  What you gonna do when shit hits the fan?
  Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
  Will you be as hard as you say you are?
  Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?
  I said, what you gonna do when shit hits the fan?
  Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
  And show us you're as hard as you say you are?
  Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?
  [Verse 2: Obie Trice]
  They say, "Why don't we increase the peace?"
  The only piece increased is that which deletes your peeps
  'Cause niggas run mouths but they don't run streets
  Till that fo'-five will cease your speech
  Yeah, it's a shame how the beef'll creep
  Could've reached ya peak, now you're left with a horrible leak
  I'm tryin' to be as bleak with my speech as possible
  Just in case a nigga tryin' to throw me an obstacle
  Nigga, I'm not boxin' you, I'm hospitable
  I put you in a hospital,
   that's how I get at you
  Let the Doc op- on you, he don't rid you?
  You back on the streets, I send another hit at you
  This is not a hypocritical issue
  I will critical condition your tissue, give a fuck
  If all ten of them with you, I throw an extra ten of them missiles
  Turn gangstas into gentlemen, vicko
  And ever since Eminem dissed you
  I swear I see the woman and bitch in you
  All this bickerin' back and forth over who signs who
  Curtis pulled your skirt up, nigga, you got murdered
  Now take it like a man and shake it off, damn!
  And quit tellin' all these magazines your plans
  How you gon' slap up my mans?
   
  You're fict-ious
  Nigga, we'll send Stan to come murder your bitches [Chorus: Eminem]
  What you gonna do when shit hits the fan?
  Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
  Will you be as hard as you say you are?
  Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?
  I said, what you gonna do when shit hits the fan?
  Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
  And show us you're as hard as you say you are?
  Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?
  [Outro: Obie Trice]
  Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
  Yeah
  Go hide behind all the gangstas you want, nigga
  Matter of fact
  Go get every gangsta from every hood
  In the United States of America to back you, nigga
  Ain't nobody ridin' wit you
  You can't see that?
  You fell off, nigga
  Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
  Damn
  Shady slash Aftermath, mothafucker
  2003 to infinity!
  Yeah!