Prompt: A carefree individual's night out in a club, experiencing various activities, including smoking, drinking, and partying with a strong focus on the "one time" theme.

Response:
Smoke one one time (smoke one)
Drink one one time (drink, drink)
Lemme fuck some one time (smash)
Tear the club up one time  (turn the club up)
Smoke some one time (smoke)
Drink some one time (drank)
Lemme fuck some one time
Turn the club up one time  (ugh)
Only take one time (only take one)
Only take one time (only take one)
Only take one time (one time, one time)
Only take one time (one time, one time)
Only take one time (only take one)
Only take one time (one)
Only take one time (one)
Only take one time


Prompt: Write a song about a thrilling car chase involving a group of people and a character named Cardo with wings.

Response:
Shot through your car door
Shoutout to Cardo
Cardo got wings


Prompt: Imagine a rapper rapping about their flashy car, their distaste for marriage, their extravagant lifestyle, and their desire to see a lot of money in their dreams.

Response:
Woo, woo, woo
Coupe with the wings (Brrr)
Fuck that bitch, don't buy no ring (Buy no rings, yeah)
Hundred chains for the team, whole gang (Yeah)
Seen it count money in my dreams (Yeah)


Prompt: Imagine a song that celebrates the fun and excitement of opening something up, while also highlighting the confidence and style of the Kriss Kross duo, and incorporating elements of urban slang and gun references in a metaphorical way.

Response:
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk


Prompt: A rapper describing their reckless lifestyle, including drug use, gun possession, late-night activities, and encounters with law enforcement.

Response:
Open it up, open it, open it, double cup feelin' the opium
It's AK in the cut, my niggas totin' it (Brrr), we ain't tryna look appropriate (Nah)
Don't show up and look at me wrong, I'm blowin' it
You tryna plot and we knowin' it (Knowin' it)
Throw away, I shoot a pistol then throw it (Throw it)
My niggas shoot Without Warning (brrr)
6 o'clock in the mornin' (Mornin'), phone ringin', it's annoyin' (Brrr)
I ain't been to sleep, tourin' (Tourin') and I got a late performance (late)
You're funny, call you Martin Lawrence, you 12, so issue a warrant (12)
All this ice on me, it's stormin' (Ice), fuck her at night, she gone by the mornin' (Gone)


Prompt: A rap song about living a luxurious lifestyle, wearing expensive jewelry, counting money in dreams, and flaunting power and wealth.

Response:
Woo, woo woo
Coupe with the wings (Brrr)
Fuck that bitch, don't buy no ring (Buy no rings, yeah)
Hundred chains for the team, whole gang (Yeah)
Seen it count money in my dreams (Yeah)
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk (Ah)


Prompt: Rap about adapting and making the most of a beat created by someone else.

Response:
(Durel made the beat, I'ma rock with it)
Takeoff


Prompt: A song about putting someone else's needs above your own, even if it means making sacrifices, because the end result is worth it and will lead to a successful outcome.

Response:
I wanna say, you always going out your way
Cancel all your plans, you will understand
You probably got your hands full, whatever goal you pursue
All this pain, we can live through it, it's called success


Prompt: Describe a friend who is consistently reliable and generous, and does things for you without expecting anything in return.

Response:
You always going out your way
You always dropping off your flav, yeah
You always going out your way
You never ask me to repay, no
You always going out your way, yeah yeah, ooh
You always going out your way, yeah, ooh
Yeah, yeah


Prompt: A song about loyalty, friendship, and perseverance, highlighting the importance of trust and support in overcoming challenges and achieving success. The lyrics convey the idea that the person will always be there for their friend, even in the face of adversity.

Response:
I won't ask the bitch unless she goin' to get it
It might take a minute, but she'll be sure to get it
Just to pass the test, I won't act the best
I got Actavis, there's nothing I can't ask the bitch, no
Not one missed call, no missed calls, hell nah, nah
She got a man, can't get involved, no, nah, nah
She still going all ways every time I call
We gonna ball today, ayy, we gonna ball tomorrow
I put this weight on like I put a cape on
Now that this fame came, I can see the hate on you
Mama told me stay strong, grandma told me stay on
Now she looking down, throwin' blessings
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You always going out your way
You always dropping off your flav, yeah
You always going out your way
You never ask me to repay, no
You always going out your way, yeah yeah, ooh
You always going out your way, yeah, ooh
Yeah, yeah


Prompt: A song that discusses the impact of a popular yet controversial figure in the music industry, using slang to express disregard for their influence, while also highlighting the importance of their beats.

Response:
DJ Durel
Murda on the beat, so it's not nice (Go)


Prompt: A song about being unafraid to be bold, confident, and successful, where the lyrics highlight the importance of not caring about others' opinions and focusing on one's own goals and achievements.

Response:
We don't give no fuck (No)
We don't give no fuck (Fuck shit)
We don't give no fuck (No)
We don't give no fuck (Fuck shit)
Out in public (Public)
And we run shit (Run shit)
Out in public (Public)
And we run shit (Get right)
I got too many diamonds on, I look awesome (Ice, get right)
Yeah, after I hit that ho, she need a walker (Smash, get right, uh)
I done shook them problems off, now I'm bossin' (Woo, get right)
Yeah, stack the money tall, back to ballin' (Get right, Takeoff)


Prompt: Create a song lyrics that describe a person's experiences traveling the world, living in various environments, and maintaining success in life while still enjoying the simple pleasures of life.

Response:
I done been 'round the whole globe and did a few laps and brought back a whole tide
She done spent time in the hood and found nothin' else is better than that side
I done went set up the Jack and made sure the pack ain't gotta push packs quite
Stuck at the top of the chain, in top of her brain, can't fall off at one time (Yeah)
All my colleagues say how we live outrageous (Alright)
We don't count the days, we just count the payments
Just let that Juvie play, she start rejuvenating (Juvie)
Alive at night, we take everything, we face it, yeah


Prompt:
The lyrics seem to revolve around a theme of confidence, independence, and living life without caring about the opinions of others. A possible prompt for this song could be:

"Imagine a song where the lyrics portray the singer as someone who doesn't care about what others think, and they're living life on their own terms, succeeding in their goals, and enjoying the finer things in life.

Response:
We don't give no fuck (No)
We don't give no fuck (Fuck shit)
We don't give no fuck (No)
We don't give no fuck (Fuck shit)
Out in public (Public)
And we run shit (Run shit)
Out in public (Public)
And we run shit (Get right)
I got too many diamonds on, I look awesome (Ice, get right)
Yeah, after I hit that ho, she need a walker (Smash, get right, uh)
I done shook them problems off, now I'm bossin' (Woo, get right)
Yeah, stack the money tall, back to ballin' (Get right)
DJ Durel
Murda on the beat, so it's not nice


Prompt: A song about ambition and aspirations, focusing on the desire to achieve wealth and success while featuring collaborations with prominent artists like Migos and Metro Boomin.

Response:
Migos! Metro!
I mean all I ever wanted to be
Y'all know what we wanted to be
Uh, rich!


Prompt: A song expressing the desire for more money, reflecting on the past and the challenges of the streets, and the struggle to get rid of a burden.

Response:
All I ever wanted was some motherfuckin' guala (Money)
Bando used to smell like some stinkin' enchiladas (Bando)
The streets is a jungle, got to watch for the koalas (Snoopers)
All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Whole lot of ounces! (Whole lot)
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces


Prompt: Write a song about flaunting your wealth, ignoring law enforcement, and attracting attention from promiscuous women.

Response:
I, I, count the guap (Count, count)
Set up shop (Ooh, ooh), fuck the cops (fuck 12)
We ain't worried (Not at all)
Diamonds (Diamonds) on my wrist look like McFlurry's (Oh Lord) (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
And these, thotties ain't got manners, slurpin' (Oh Lord)


Prompt: Talk about the glamorous lifestyle of wearing flashy jewelry, owning a Patek watch, and how the weather can change, possibly referring to mood or a metaphor for something else.

Response:
Ice out the gang (Gang), make an Emoji a chain (Hey, ooh, ooh)
Ice out the gang (Gang), make an Emoji a chain (Woo)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (Hey)
The shit turnin' into the rain (Rain)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (Hey, woo, woo, woo)
The shit turnin' into the rain
Ice out the gang (Gang), make an Emoji a chain (Hey, ooh, ooh)
Ice out the gang (Gang), make an Emoji a chain (Woo)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (Hey)
The shit turnin' into the rain (Rain)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (Hey)
The shit turnin' into the rain


Prompt: A rapper is talking about how they've turned their lifestyle into an emoji, symbolizing their wealth and influence. They also mention how they can control the weather with their Patek watch, possibly alluding to their high status and power. The lyrics repeat, emphasizing the impact and importance of these symbols.

Response:
Ice out the gang (Gang), make an Emoji a chain (Hey, ooh, ooh)
Ice out the gang (Gang), make an Emoji a chain (Woo)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (Hey)
The shit turnin' into the rain (Rain)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (Hey, woo, woo, woo)
The shit turnin' into the rain
Ice out the gang (Gang), make an Emoji a chain (Hey, ooh, ooh)
Ice out the gang (Gang), make an Emoji a chain (Woo)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (Hey)
The shit turnin' into the rain (Rain)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (Hey)
The shit turnin' into the rain


Prompt: Rap about accessorizing with jewelry, particularly emoji-themed chains, and how owning a Patek watch has the power to change weather patterns.

Response:
Ice out the gang (Gang), make an Emoji a chain (Hey, ooh, ooh)
Ice out the gang (Gang), make an Emoji a chain (Woo)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (Hey)
The shit turnin' into the rain (Rain)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (Hey, woo, woo, woo)
The shit turnin' into the rain
Ice out the gang (Gang), make an Emoji a chain (Hey, ooh, ooh)
Ice out the gang (Gang), make an Emoji a chain (Woo)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (Hey)
The shit turnin' into the rain (Rain)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (Hey)
The shit turnin' into the rain


Prompt: Rap about upgrading your jewelry, using an emoji as inspiration for your chain, showcasing your Patek watch and its ability to change the weather, and the effects of this on the environment, using repetition and alliteration to create a catchy chorus.

Response:
Ice out the gang (Gang), make an Emoji a chain (Hey, ooh, ooh)
Ice out the gang (Gang), make an Emoji a chain (Woo)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (Hey)
The shit turnin' into the rain (Rain)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (Hey, woo, woo, woo)
The shit turnin' into the rain
Ice out the gang (Gang), make an Emoji a chain (hey, ooh, ooh)
Ice out the gang (Gang), make an Emoji a chain (Woo)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (Hey)
The shit turnin' into the rain (Rain)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (Hey)
The shit turnin' into the rain


Prompt: Write a song where a character is seeking the help of another person, Pablo, to acquire birds. The song should include a casual greeting and a request for the birds, while also having a playful tone.

Response:
Wassup, Pablo? What's poppin'?
You got them birds? D-low?
I need 'em, I want it


Prompt: A dream in which the protagonist wakes up in a luxurious car and rises above their haters, embracing their newfound freedom and success, while expressing the feeling of flying like a bird.

Response:
Had a dream that I woke up in a 'Rari (skrt, skrt, skrt)
Can't fuck with you niggas, I'm sorry (No way, go)
I'm too fly, I spread my wings and I'm soaring
Used to trap them birds, now I'm fly like a bird (Woo!)
(I got 'em, who need 'em)
B-birds
(Come on, come on right now)
B-b-birds
(Come on, come on, come get 'em right now)
Birds
(Quavo, gone)


Prompt: Write a song about a confrontation between two rap rivals, expressing the desire to expose and defeat the other, and reflecting on the consequences of their actions.

Response:
You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alizé with a chaser
'Bout to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be knowin'
We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'
No need for hopin', it's a battle lost
I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off
Nigga, I hit 'em up!


Prompt: The singer is urging people to make significant changes in their lives and their treatment of each other, as the current way of living is not working.

Response:
We gotta make a change
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes
Let's change the way we eat
Let's change the way we live
And let's change the way we treat each other
You see, the old way wasn't workin'
So it's on us to do what we gotta do to survive


Prompt: A song about a powerful and mysterious figure who takes control and leads a group of people through challenges and into the path of enlightenment, using biblical imagery and metaphors.

Response:
Makaveli in this, Killuminati
All through your body (All through your body)
The blow is like a 12-Gauge shotty (Uh) feel me!
(Come with me Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see)
And God said he should send his one begotten son
(What do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die)
To lead the wild into the ways of the man
Follow me! (La la-da-la la la la la)
Eat my flesh, flesh of my flesh!


Prompt: A singer is inviting a listener to join them on an exciting adventure, suggesting a partnership with a renowned figure for guidance, and presenting a choice between taking risks or remaining safe. The lyrics should evoke a sense of enthusiasm, danger, and camaraderie.

Response:
Come with me!
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you wanna ride or die?
La la-da-la la la la la


Prompt: Imagine a song about a group of outlaws and their loyal following, living life on their terms and not caring about the law or society's expectations. They are always on the run and face constant threats, but continue to thrive and expand their influence. The lyrics reflect their resilience and the mindset of living a risky, rebellious life, but also highlight the loyalty and camaraderie among this group.

Response:
They got a A-P-B out on my thug family
Since Outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks
Our enemies die now, walk around half-dead
Head down, K-blasted off of Hennessy and Thai Chronic
Mixed in, now I'm twisted, blistered and high
Visions of me thug-livin' gettin' me by
Forever live, and I multiply, survived by thugs
When I die they won't cry unless they comin' with slugs


Prompt: In a song, a group of friends is seeking a form of escape from the difficulties of life, and they call upon the help of the Virgin Mary for guidance and support. The song's chorus highlights their desire to be free and their determination to face whatever challenges come their way.

Response:
Come with me!
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you wanna ride or die?
We've been travelin' on this weary road
Sometimes life can be a heavy load
But we ride, ride it like a bullet
Hail Mary, hail Mary (Hail Mary)
We won't worry, everything will curry
Free like the bird in the tree
We won't worry, everything will curry
Yes, we free like the bird in the tree
We runnin' from the penitentiary
This is the time for we liberty
Hail Mary, hail Mary!


Prompt: A song celebrating the party culture and vibrant music scene in various cities across California.

Response:
California knows how to party
California knows how to party
In the city of L.A
In the city of good ol' Watts
In the city, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin'


Prompt: Create a fun and catchy song encouraging people to dance and enjoy themselves at a party or event in California.

Response:
Shake, shake it, baby
Shake, shake it, mama
Shake it, Cali
Shake it, shake it, baby
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it


Prompt: Describe the various cities in California, emphasizing their unique characteristics, and call out for people in these cities to show their pride and celebrate their region's distinct identity and lifestyle.

Response:
Shake it, Cali
Uh, uh, West Coast
Uh, yeah, uh, uh, Long Beach in the house
Uh, yeah, Oaktown
Oakland definitely in the house
Frisco, Frisco
And you know L.A. up in here
Pasadena, where you at?
Yeah, Inglewood
Inglewood always up to no good
Even Hollywood tryin' to get a piece, baby
Sacramento, Sacramento where you at?
Throw it up, y'all! Throw it up, throw it up!
I can't see ya
Let's show these fools how we do it over on this Westside
'Cause you and I know it's the best side
Yeah, that's right
West Coast, West Coast


Prompt: The song is about a confident and assertive individual who is not afraid to stand up for themselves and is known for their loyalty and dedication to their friends and ambitions. The person is determined to make a name for themselves and refuses to be held back by external obstacles or pressures. The lyrics discuss the importance of staying focused on one's goals and not letting distractions or external forces deter their progress.

Response:
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin' at me
But they can't do nothin' to a G
Let's get ready to rumble!
Now, you know how we do it, like a G
What really go on in the mind of a nigga
That get down for theirs
Constantly, money over bitches
Not bitches over money
Stay on your grind, nigga
My ambitions as a ridah
My ambitions as a ridah


Prompt: Create a song about a person who is fearless and unstoppable, despite being pursued by the police. This person has a swagger and attitude, and they're not afraid to let others know they're not someone to be trifled with.

Response:
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
(My ambitions as a ridah)
Got the police bustin' at me
But they can't do nothin' to a G
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin' at me
But they can't do nothin' to a G
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me


Prompt: A group of friends, including an OG, arrive at a club together, creating a buzz and attracting attention from others in the room.

Response:
Big Syke, 'Nook, Hank, Bogart, Big Sur (yeah)
Y'all know how this shit go (you know)
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?
All eyes on me
All eyes on me
But you know what?


Prompt: Imagine a scene where Snoop Dogg and two of America's most wanted gangsters unexpectedly end up in the same location at the same time, leading to chaos and celebration.

Response:
Up outta there
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Eh, light that up, Snoop! Why you actin' like that?
Ahh shit, you done fucked up now
(Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
You done put two of America's most wanted
In the same motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time?
(Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, y'all niggas about to feel this
(Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin' condoms
Have one on us, a'ight?
(Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
A toast to the gangsters


Prompt: Imagine being an expert at creating flawless images, working with a close friend known as S-N double-O-P, and being a notorious figure on motorcycles.

Response:
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bombin' hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg, my fuckin' homie
You's a cold-ass nigga on them hogs


Prompt: A rapper describes their life while being pursued by the law and being inspired by the recent events of 2Pac's arrest, calling for a Million March for support. The rapper and Snoop Dogg are planning to confront the situation, while acknowledging that the game has rules that some people are missing. The rapper expresses love for their friends living lavishly.

Response:
Sho 'nuff, I keep my hand on my gun
'Cause they got me on the run
Now I'm back in the courtroom, waitin' on the outcome
"Free 2Pac" is all that's on a nigga's mind
But at the same time, it seems they tryin' to take mine
So I'ma get smart and get defensive and shit
And put together a Million March for some gangsta shit
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So now they got us laced
Two multi-millionaire motherfuckers catchin' cases
Bitches, get ready for the throw down, the shit's about to go down
Me and Snoop about to clown
I'm losin' my religion, I'm vicious on these stool pigeons
You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin'
Niggas be actin' like they savage, they out to get the cabbage
I've got nothin' but love for my niggas livin' lavish


Prompt: Imagine a story where a person with a pet pitbull named Petey, lives in a house near Chino Hills. This person dreams of owning a legal casino like Bugsy Siegel, and gets taken down by a detective in a Regal. The lyrics express their love for the lifestyle and the importance of money and power in their world.

Response:
I've got a pit named Petey, she Nigerino
I've got a house out in the hills, right next to Chino
And I think I've got a black Beamer
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal
It feels good to you, baby-bubba
You see, this is for the G's and the keys, motherfucker


Prompt: Write a lyrics for a song about two successful rappers from the Westside, who are always on the run, flaunting their wealth, and living in fear of a felony, but still enjoying the fame and notoriety that comes with their lifestyle.

Response:
Now, follow as we ride!
Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the Westside!
And I can make you famous
Niggas been dyin' for years, so how can they blame us?
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop bailin' these motherfuckin' G's
If you got it, better flaunt it
Another warrant, 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Nothin' but a gangsta party)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party


Prompt: Write a song about a confident individual who refuses to lose and will not be easily intimidated by others, using metaphorical language and strong language to convey their dominance and unwavering strength.

Response:
Now give me fifty feet, defeat is not my destiny
Release me to the streets, and keep whatever's left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffery is greed
Better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me
I bust and flee
These niggas must be crazy, what?!
There ain't no mercy, motherfuckers, who can fade the thug?
You thought it was, but it wasn't, now disappear
Bow down in the presence of a boss player


Prompt: Create a song about the realities of life in the streets, the challenges of making a living, and the importance of loyalty and hustle.

Response:
It's like, Cuh, Blood, gang-bangin'
Everybody in the party doin' dope-slangin'
You gotta have paper in this world
You might get your first snatch before your eyes swirl
You doin' your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turn gray
Let me tell you 'bout life and 'bout the way it is
You see, we live by the gun, so we die by the guns, kid
They tell me not to roll with my Glock
So now I got a throw-away
Floatin' in the black Benz (Bitch), tryin' to do a show a day
They wonder how I live with five shots
Niggas is hard to kill on my block
Schemes for currency and dough-related
Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it
No answers to questions, I'm tryin' to get up on it
My nigga, Dogg, and me, eternally the most wanted


Prompt: Imagine a scene where a group of friends is getting together for a wild, fun party filled with music, dancing, and laughter.

Response:
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party


Prompt: A song about a rapper looking for their friend at a party thrown by Death Row Records.

Response:
Bitch! Where you at? Where you at?
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Yeah, Death Row


Prompt: Reflect on the impact of violence in the community, acknowledging the loss of young lives, while emphasizing the importance of moving forward despite the challenges faced.

Response:
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for a G
Be a lie If I told you that I never thought of death
My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for a G
Be a lie If I told you that I never thought of death
My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on


Prompt: In honor of our lost friend, we're determined to move forward and succeed in life, while keeping his memory alive.

Response:
Life goes on, homie
Gone on, 'cause they passed away
Niggas doin' life
Niggas doin' 50 and 60 years and shit
I feel you, nigga, trust me, I feel you
You know what I mean?
Last year we poured out liquor for ya
This year, nigga, life goes on, we're gonna clock now
Get money, evade bitches, evade tricks
Give playa haters plenty of space
And basically just represent for you, baby
Next time you see your niggas, we gon' be on top, nigga
You gon' be like, "Goddamn, them niggas came up!"
That's right, baby, life goes on
And we up out this bitch
Hey, Kato! Mental!
Y'all niggas make sure it's poppin'
When we get up there, man, don't front
Life goes on
Hold me no more, hold me no more
Yes it do, yes it do, yes it do


Prompt: Imagine a song inspired by the poems of Tupac Shakur, where different artists come together to interpret his work, focusing on the resilience and growth symbolized by the rose that grew from concrete.

Response: * Poems written by Shakur as ~ interpreted by other artists


Prompt: In life, people often overlook the resilience and growth that comes from overcoming challenges, similar to a rose blooming from the concrete. Describe a person's journey from a difficult background, highlighting their ability to rise above their circumstances and succeed.

Response:
You try to plant somethin in the conrete, y'knowhatImean?
If it GROW, and the and the rose petal got all kind of
Scratches and marks, you not gon' say, "Damn, look at
All the scratches and marks on the rose that grew from concrete"
You gon' be like, "Damn! A rose grew from the concrete?!"
Same thing with me, y'knahmean? I grew out of all of this
Instead of sayin, "Damn, he did this, he did this,"
Just be like, "DAMN! He grew out of that? He came out of that?"
That's what they should say, y'knowhatImean?
All the trouble to survive and make good out of the dirty, nasty
Y'knowhahatImean unbelievable lifestyle they gave me
I'm just tryin to make somethin...


Prompt: A rose that blooms in the most unexpected place, defying all odds and overcoming challenges, represents strength and perseverance.

Response:
When no one even cared
The rose it grew from concrete
Keepin all these dreams
Provin nature's laws wrong
It learned how to walk without havin feet
It came from concrete


Prompt: Did you hear about the underdog who thrived despite the odds?

Response:
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
Provin nature's laws wrong it learned how to walk without havin feet
Funny it seems but, by keepin its dreams
It, learned to breathe FRESH air
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
When no one else even cared
No one else even cared...
The rose that grew from concrete
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Did you hear..
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
Provin' nature's laws wrong
It learned to walk without having feet
Funny it seems but by keeping its dreams
It learned to breathe FRESH air
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
When no one else, even cared


Prompt: Imagine a scenario where a creature defies the natural laws and learns to walk without feet, ultimately experiencing the beauty of nature's fresh air.

Response:
Keepin all these dreams
Provin nature's laws wrong
It learned how to walk without havin feet (to breathe the fresh air)
It came from concrete (to breathe the fresh air)
(to breathe the fresh air, to breathe the fresh air)


Prompt: Inspired by the rose that grows from a concrete path and overcomes its challenges, write a song about embracing one's own damaged petals and the power of resilience in the face of adversity.

Response:
You see you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete
Had damaged petals. On the contrary, we would all celebrate its
Tenacity. We would all love it's will to reach the sun
Well, we are the roses - this is the concrete - and these are
My damaged petals. Don't ask me why, thank God nigga, ask me how!
Hahahaha..


Prompt: Write a song that encourages embracing change and supporting others in their life choices, despite past differences.

Response:
Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm wit' ya, I ain't mad at cha
Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing, boy
Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for y'all
Know what I mean? 'Cause I ain't mad at cha
Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there
Kickin' up dust, givin' a motherfuck
Yeah, niggas, 'cause I ain't mad at cha


Prompt: A song about someone asserting their independence and telling others not to interfere in their life, with the belief that only God can truly judge them.

Response:
Only God can judge me (That right?)
Only God can judge me now
Nobody else (Nobody else)
All you other motherfuckers get out my business (Really)
Only God can judge me now


Prompt: The empowering concept that struggles and hardships can lead to personal growth and strength, and the frustration with others trying to control or give unsolicited advice on how to live one's life.

Response:
That which does not kill me can only make me stronger
That's for real
And I don't see why everybody feel as though
That they gotta tell me how to live my life
You know?
Let me live, baby, let me live


Prompt: Expressing the belief in divine judgment for one's actions.

Response:
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me now
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me


Prompt: Write a song about the concept of only focusing on God and disregarding the opinions and judgments of others, with the lyrics reflecting the speaker's confidence and disregard for the opinions of others.

Response:
Only God man
That right?
That’s real
Hahahahahaha
Fuck everybody else, you know what I’m sayin'?
Man, look here, man
My only fear of death
Is comin' back to this bitch reincarnated, man
That’s for the homie mental
Hehehehe
We up out


Prompt: Write a song reflecting on the unexpected death of a close friend, despite their resilience and strength, with an underlying message of not wishing harm on anyone.

Response:
I was more shocked than anything
You know what I'm sayin'?
But I wasn't more shocked of him dying
I was more shocked of him… Pac is a strong dude, yo
I know dude, you know what I'm sayin'? Real strong
So when they was like he got shot, I was just more like, "Again?" you know what I'm sayin'?
He always getting shot, or shot at
He going to pull through this one again
Make a few records about it, and it's going to be over
You know what I'm sayin'?
But when he, when he died, I was just like, "whoa", you know what I'm saying? Kinda took me by
I mean, even though we was going through our drama
I would never wish death on nobody
You know what I'm sayin'?
Because there ain't no coming back from that


Prompt: A person is expressing their determination to face challenges and uncertainties in life, knowing that they might have nothing to lose in the process.

Response:
It's just me against the world
Nothin' to lose
It's just me against the world, baby
I got nothin' to lose
It's just me against the world
Stuck in the game
Me against the world, baby


Prompt: The main character is feeling isolated and alone, and they are dreaming about their past and the events that led them to their current situation. They are reflecting on their experiences, their relationships with others, and their struggles, wondering if there's another path for them in life.

Response:
Could somebody help me? I'm out here all by myself, see
Ladies in stores, Baby Capone's, livin' wealthy
Pictures of my birth on this Earth is what I'm dreamin'
Seein' Daddy's semen, full of crooked demons
Already crazy and screamin', I guess them nightmares as a child
Had me scared but left me prepared for a while
Is there another route for a crooked Outlaw?
Veteran, a villain, a young thug, who one day shall fall


Prompt: Write a song that encourages perseverance and positivity despite life's challenges.

Response:
Hahaha, that's right
I know it seem hard sometimes
But, uh, remember one thing
Through every dark night, there's a bright day after that
So no matter how hard it get
Stick your chest out, keep your head up, and handle it


Prompt: A song about the frustration of trying to convey a hidden meaning or secret to people who just don't seem to understand or see it.

Response:
The blind stares of a million pairs of eyes
Lookin' hard but won't realize
That they will never see the P!
You must be goin' blind


Prompt: A rapper rises to power in the West, becoming a wealthy and feared figure who faces adversaries and lives life on the edge, while constantly stressing the importance of getting more money.

Response:
Give me my money in stacks and lace my bitches with dime figures
Real niggas fingers on nickel-plated 9 triggers
Must see my enemies defeated
I catch 'em while they coked up and weeded
Open fire, now them niggas bleedin'
See me in flesh and test and get your chest blown
Straight out the West, don't get blown
My adversaries cry like hoes, open and shut like doors
Is you a friend or foe? Nigga, you ain't know?
They got me stressed out on Death Row
I've seen money, but baby, I've gots to get mo'
You screamin', "Go 2Pac!" and I ain't stoppin' till I'm well-paid
Bail's paid now, nigga, look what hell made
Visions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire
Bunch of Thug Life niggas on the rise, until I die
Ask me why I'm a boss player gettin' high
And when I'm rollin' by niggas can't see me!


Prompt: I want to write a song about a young thug, his life, and the challenges he faces. The chorus should emphasize that despite the many eyes on him, he can't be seen.

Response:
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
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Been gettin' word that these square motherfuckers with nerves
Sayin' they can get with us, but picture me gettin' served
My own mama say I'm thugged out
My shit be poppin' out the record store as if it was a drug house
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood
Nigga, what? It ain't nothin' but a party when we thug
And there I was, a young nigga with heart, ain't had shit to lose
Pullin' my pistol on them fools, you know the rules
D-R-E, you got me heated; my words like a penitentiary dick
Hittin' bitches where it's most needed
Money and weed, Alizé and Hennessy
To my thug niggas in lock down: witness me
Bail on these hoes in floss-mode
The life of a boss player, fuck what you thought though
My enemies deceased
Die like a bitch when my album hit the streets; niggas can't see me!


Prompt: A song that encourages listeners to enjoy life, love, and laughter, featuring references to the late rapper Tupac Shakur and a catchy, humorous chorus.

Response:
Turn it up loud
Hahaha, ahahaha, hey man
You a little sucker for love, Pac!
Word up, hahahahaha


Prompt: A song about realizing that a relationship has become toxic and how the person tries to break free from the situation despite their love for the other person.

Response:
I should've seen
You was trouble right from the start, taught me so many lessons
How not to mess with broken hearts, so many questions
When this began we was the perfect match, perhaps
We had some problems but we workin at it, and now
The arguments are gettin' loud, I wanna stay
But I can’t help from walkin' out just throw it away
Just take my hand and understand, if you could see
I never planned to be your man it just wasn’t me
But now I’m searchin’ for commitment, in other arms
I wanna shelter you from harm, don’t be alarmed
Your attitude was the cause, you got me stressin’
Soon as I open up the door with your jealous questions
Like where can I be you're killin' me with your jealousy
Now my ambition's to be free
I can't breathe, cause soon as I leave, it's like a trap
I hear you callin' me to come back, I'm a sucka for love


Prompt: Create a song about the sacrifices and efforts someone is willing to make for love.

Response:
What you won’t do, do for love
You tried everything, but you don’t give up
What you won’t do, do for love
You tried everything, but you don’t give up
What you won’t do, (Do for love)
You tried everything, but you don’t give up
What you won’t do, (Do for love)
You tried everything, but you don’t give up
Do for love, yeah baby yeah
Do for love


Prompt: Write a song about a group of friends celebrating someone they all care about, while also acknowledging the irony of the statement, and incorporating a reference to a collaboration with another artist.

Response:
Ah, yeah! Hahaha (Yeah)
It's all about you, one time (I'ma say it's all about you, baby, yeah)
Haha, for the bitches that think it's all about you (It's all about you) (This Dru Down in the house
With my boy 'Pizznac, you know what I'm sayin'?)
It's all about you (Yeah, I'm gon' say it's all about you
But you know I'm lyin' though, ha! Yeah)


Prompt: Describe a scene of a person navigating their way through life, making promises, dealing with challenges, and prioritizing friendships and loyalty.

Response:
I make a promise if you go with me
Just let me know, I'll have you hollerin' my name out before I leave
Nobody loves me, I'm a thug nigga
I only hung out with the criminals and drug dealers
I love niggas 'cause we comin' from the same place
Witness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick the game takes
How can I tell her I'm a playa and I don't even care?
Creep though, weed smoke's in the air
Everywhere I go, it's all about the groupie hoes
Waitin' for niggas at the end of every show
I just seen you in my friend's video
Could never put a bitch before my friends, so here we go
Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm goin' through
It's all about you
Yeah, nigga, it's all about you


Prompt: Discussing the repetitive nature of music videos featuring the same women in different cities.

Response:
Every other city we go, every other video (It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoes
Every other city we go, every other video (It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoes
Is you sick from the dick, or is it the flu?
It ain't about you or your bitch-ass crew
Every other city we go and every video
Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty ho?
You think it's all about you? Well, boo
I gets down like Dru, and my nasty new niggas, too


Prompt: The lyrics describe the protagonist's ability to overcome obstacles and maintain control in a high-pressure situation, as well as their desire for luxury items.

Response:
You couldn't hold me back, it'd take a fatter track
A lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluff
When I started to snaps all your rode 'em swoll
Straight in control, flows'll fold, while hoes cold stroll
Hold the set, I told Dramacy' go in next
Gold diggin', cold diggin' a gold Rolex


Prompt: Imagine a song that celebrates the ability to charm someone, and how the speaker can easily connect with a variety of people, from different places and lifestyles. The song could include references to famous personalities and a certain level of bravado.

Response:
I slide in easily, try a grizzly
Sluts know the cut, I came to fuck, try skeezin' me
Runnin' up in ya just like Bruce Jenner when I bend ya
At the most, I fucked a bitch from the West Coast to West Virginia
(It's all about you)


Prompt: Create lyrics about continuously moving forward, embracing one's unique identity, and maintaining a strong connection with one's community.

Response:
'Round and 'round (Aw yeah)
'Round and 'round, 'round we go (I get around)
'Round and 'round
Still clown with the Underground, when we come around
(Step up, step-step up, step up)
'Round and 'round, 'round we go (stronger than ever)
'Round and 'round


Prompt: A song about a struggling black man, trying to make ends meet, and the challenges he faces in life and love.

Response:
Now you can tell from my everyday fits I ain't rich
So cease and desist with them tricks (Tricks)
I'm just another black man caught up in the mix (mix)
Tryna make a dollar out of 15 cents (A dime and a nickel)
Just 'cause I'm a freak don't mean that we could hit the sheets
Baby, I can see, that you don't recognize me
I'm Shock G, the one who put the satin on your panties
Never knew a hooker that could share me; I get around


Prompt: A song about a guy who's been busy with his life but is reaching out to his friend to catch up and clear up misunderstandings, while also mentioning some of the women he's been with, and referencing a famous album title.

Response:
What's up, love? How you doin'? (All right)
Well, I've been hangin', sangin' tryna do my thang, oh, you heard that I was bangin'
Your homegirl you went to school with? That's cool
But did she tell you about her sister and your cousin? Thought I wasn't (Uhh)
See, weekends were made for Michelob
But it's a Monday, my day, so just let me hit it, yo
And don't mistake my statement for a clown
We can keep in the down low, long as you know that I get around
'Round and 'round, around we go
2Pacalypse Now don't stop for hoes, I get around
'Round and 'round
'Round and 'round, around we go
Why I ain't call you? Hahahah, please!
'Round and 'round


Prompt: A song about facing one's fears and seeking comfort in God while navigating life's challenges and the possibility of death, ultimately asking for divine guidance and protection.

Response:
I shall not fear no man but God
Though I walk through the valley of death
I shed so many tears
If I should die before I wake
Please God walk with me
Grab a nigga and take me to Heaven


Prompt: Think about your experiences in elementary school, and how they shaped your view of life and the people around you. Consider how certain events or phrases from that time have stayed with you and influenced your perspective.

Response:
Back in elementary, I thrived on misery
Left me alone, I grew up amongst a dyin' breed
Inside my mind couldn't find a place to rest
Until I got that Thug Life tatted on my chest
Tell me, can you feel me? I'm not livin' in the past
You wanna last? Be the first to blast
Remember Kato, no longer with us, he's deceased
Call on the sirens, seen him murdered in the streets
Now he rest in peace
Is there a heaven for a G? Remember me
So many homies in the cemetery, shed so many tears


Prompt: Living through difficult times and feeling trapped, a person longs for relief and wonders if they've made mistakes that led them to a life of suffering and isolation.

Response:
Ahh, I suffered through the years
And shed so many tears
Lord, I lost so many peersAnd shed so many tears
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Now that I'm strugglin' in this business, by any means
Label me greedy gettin' green, but seldom seen
And fuck the world 'cause I'm cursed
I'm havin' visions of leavin' here in a hearse
God, can you feel me?
Take me away from all the pressure and all the pain
Show me some happiness again
I'm goin' blind, I spend my time in this cell, ain't livin' well
I know my destiny is Hell, where did I fail?
My life is in denial and when I die
Baptized in eternal fire, I'll shed so many tears
Lord, I suffered through the years
And shed so many tears
Lord, I lost so many peers
And shed so many tears


Prompt: A character who has been through a lot of pain, struggles, and suffering, and is feeling hopeless and on the verge of giving up on life. The lyrics could represent their internal dialogue and thoughts as they face their darkest moments.

Response:
Now I'm lost and I'm weary, so many tears
I'm suicidal, so don't stand near me
My every move is a calculated step
To bring me closer to embrace an early death
Now there's nothin' left
There was no mercy on the streets
I couldn't rest, I'm barely standin'
About to go to pieces, screamin' peace
And though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it
I had my mind full of demons tryin' to break free
They planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin' the flame
Inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game
No memories, just a misery
Paintin' a picture of my enemies killin' me in my sleep
Will I survive 'til the morning to see the sun?
Please Lord, forgive me for my sins, 'cause here I come
Lord! (God!)
I suffered through the years
And shed so many tears
God, I lost so many peers


Prompt: A man struggles with the violence and pain in his life, feeling disillusioned and searching for a way to escape the cycle of crime and addiction.

Response:
Lord knows I, tried, been a witness to homicide
Seen drive-by's takin' lives, little kids die
Wonder why as I walk by
Broken-hearted as I glance at the chalk line, gettin' high
This ain't the life for me, I wanna change
But ain't no future bright for me, I'm stuck in the game
I'm trapped inside a maze
See this Tanqueray influenced me to gettin' crazy
Disillusioned lately, I've been really wantin' babies
So I could see a part of me that wasn't always shady
Don't trust my lady 'cause she's a product of this poison
I'm hearin' noises, think she's fuckin' all my boys
Can't take no more, I'm fallin' to the floor
Beggin' for the Lord to let me in to Heaven's door
Shed so many tears (God please help me)


Prompt: Reflecting on past struggles and lost relationships, the singer laments the years spent in pain and sorrow, while seeking solace in their faith.

Response:
Lord, I lost so many years (I suffered through the years)
And shed so many tears
I lost so many peers
And shed so many tears
Lord, I suffered through the years
And shed so many tears
God, I lost so many peers
And shed so many tears


Prompt: Write lyrics inspired by a young warrior's journey, emphasizing the importance of unity, peace, and a non-violent path.

Response:
Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last
Into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior
Without the sound of guns


Prompt: A song empowering a confident and tough individual, who represents their side of town and is not afraid to stand up against any challenge, using strong language and attitude.

Response:
Shit, you mothafuckin' right!
I'm the bitch that's keepin' it live and keepin' it hot
When you punk-ass niggas don't
Nigga, west side! What?! Bring it on!


Prompt: Write a song that describes a wild, fast-paced life with a partner, reflecting on growing up in a challenging environment and seeking a connection in the chaos.

Response:
Look for me, lost in the whirlwind
'96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend
Doin' 85 when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin
Born as a ghetto child, raised in this whirlwind (c'mon)


Prompt: My girlfriend is strong and fearless, and whenever we face challenges, she stands by my side. We've been through thick and thin, starting our life of crime together and growing stronger as a team. We always find joy and satisfaction in our time spent together, especially when we're having fun and living life to the fullest.

Response:
My girlfriend blacker than the darkest night
When niggas act bitch-made she got the heart to fight
Nigga, my girlfriend, though we separated at times
I knew deep inside, baby girl would always be mine
Picked you up when you was 9
Started out my life of crime with you
Bought you some shells when you turned 22
It's true, nothin' compares to the satisfaction
That I feel when we out mashin'; me and my girlfriend


Prompt: Describe the unwavering loyalty and support of a close relationship, using metaphorical language and emphasizing the importance of having a loved one by one's side through life's challenges.

Response:
All I need in this life of sin
Is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end
Just me and my girlfriend
All I need in this life of sin
Is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end
Just me and my girlfriend
All I need in this life of sin
Me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end
Me and my girlfriend


Prompt: A couple reminiscing on their tumultuous past, referencing the iconic story of Bonnie and Clyde, and feeling trapped in the chaos of their current lives.

Response:
Lost in the whirlwind
'96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend
Doin' 85 when we ride
Trapped in this worldwind
Born as a ghetto child, raised in this whirlwind
Look for me, lost in the whirlwind
'96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend
Doin' 85 when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin
Born as a ghetto child, raised in this whirlwind
Look for me, lost in the whirlwind
'96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend
Doin' 85 when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin
Born as a ghetto child, raised in this whirlwind
Look for me, lost in the whirlwind
'96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend
Lost in the whirlwind
'96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend
Me and my girlfriend


Prompt: What kind of love can withstand the test of time and remain steadfast, even through the hardest times?

Response:
(What y'all want?)
Unconditional love (no doubt)
Talkin' about the stuff that don't wear off, it don't fade
It'll last for all these crazy days, these crazy nights
Whether you wrong or you right
A motherfucker still love you, still feel you
Still there for you, no matter what (hehe)
You will always be in my heart with unconditional love


Prompt: A conversation between two people in a fast-paced environment, discussing their preferences and experiences growing up in a high-stakes world.

Response:
How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
How do you want it yeah?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real


Prompt: Imagine two friends, Johnny J and the narrator, have found success in the world of hustling and fast-paced living. They are reflecting on their experiences and asking their listeners how they would like it and how they feel about it. The song emphasizes their authenticity and the fact that they are truly living in the fast lane.

Response:
Me and my Nigga Johnny J...yeah we out
How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real


Prompt: In a radio show, a listener calls in to discuss their admiration for 2Pac's new record, but the host expresses concern about the tension it creates between East and West due to the controversial lyrics about violence and infidelity.

Response:
“Street Science, you’re on the air. What do you feel when you hear a record like 2Pac’s new one?”
“I love 2Pac’s new record.”
“Right, but don’t you feel like that creates tension between East and West? I mean, he’s talking about killing people, ‘I had sex with your wife’ — and not in those words. But he’s talking about, ‘I wanna see you deceased’…"


Prompt: A song about the unique culture and experience of living in Los Angeles, despite its challenges and stereotypes.

Response:
I love L.A
No Doubt
To live and die in L.A. (California)
No matter what you say about Los Angeles
It's still the only place for me
It never rains in Southern California


Prompt: A song expressing gratitude and appreciation for radio stations, magazines, and people in the music industry, specifically in Los Angeles, while also celebrating the artist's success and music collaboration.

Response:
This go out for 92.3 and 106
All the radio stations that be bumpin' my shit
Makin' my shit sells quadruple quintuple platinum
(To live and die in L.A., mhmmm)
This go out to all the magazines that support a nigga
All the real motherfuckers
(To live and die in L.A., mhmmm)
All the stores, the mom and pop spots
A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers
(To live and die in L.A., mhmmm)
L.A
California Love part motherfuckin' two
Wit out gay ass Dre
(To live and die in L.A., mhmmm)
(To live and die in L.A., mhmmm)


Prompt: Write a song about a rose that grew against all odds from a crack in the concrete, symbolizing resilience and the power of dreams.

Response:
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack
in the concrete
Proving nature's laws wrong it learned 2 walk
without having feet
Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams
it learned 2 breathe fresh air
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else even cared!


Prompt: Write a song lyrics about showing respect and unity for fallen comrades, emphasizing the importance of loyalty and brotherhood in the face of adversity.

Response:
To my niggas that went out in line on duty
21-gun salute! One love, one thug, one nation
(Let’s get down, let’s do this!)
21-gun salute! (Come on, yeah, let’s do this!)
21-gun salute!  (Come on, come on, let’s do this!)
All the time I be…


Prompt: A rapper reflecting on the struggles and triumphs they've faced in the music industry, expressing gratitude for their support system while emphasizing the authenticity of their work.

Response:
Hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio gettin' blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke


Prompt: In a song about loyalty and dedication, the singer acknowledges the sacrifices and courage of their friends, promising to stand strong and be there for them. The song also highlights the importance of having financial stability before entering any conflict.

Response:
21-gun salute, one love to my true thug niggas
(Outlaw! Outlaw! Outlaw!)
21-gun salute to my niggas that die in the line of duty
Representin' to the fullest, bein' soldiers with military minds
That play the rules of the game, 21-gun salute
I salute you, my niggas, stay strong
I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you, it's all for you
To all you bitch-made niggas, I'm comin' for you
Against all odds, I don't care who the fuck you is
You touch me, I'm at you
I know you motherfuckers didn't think I forgot
Hell nah, I ain't forgot, nigga
I just remember what you told me
You said don't go to war unless I got my money right
I got my money right now, now I want war


Prompt: A rapper is expressing surprise at people's negative reactions after being released from jail, emphasizing that they should be happy for his freedom.

Response:
Yeah, clear enough for ya? (alright)
Why niggas look mad?
Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free
Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail
Ho bustas!


Prompt: The subject of the song is describing their return to the spotlight and boasting about their achievements, asking the audience if they can see them now.

Response:
Can you see me now?
Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture
Can you see it?
Picture me rollin'
Yeah, nigga!
Aye, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you
Guess who's back?


Prompt: Imagine a group of friends, who are involved in illegal activities, planning to carry out a heist or robbery. The song's lyrics describe their preparation, as well as their casual and confident demeanor while executing their plan. The lyrics emphasize the importance of teamwork, the thrill of their illicit actions, and their desire to get ahead in life.

Response:
We caught him sleepin'
He didn't peep you niggas creepin'?
This how we do it every weekend
I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit
CPO, you got the bomb spot
Nigga, time to clock it
I get the liquor, and you can get the females
This crooked shit that we inflictin', gettin' street sales
Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my 9
I'm cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine
Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swoll
Boss Hogg and this 'Pac nigga, picture us rollin'


Prompt: A rapper expresses his intentions, desires, and attitude towards his interactions with women, emphasizing the importance of showing people what he's capable of and maintaining a level of confidence.

Response:
'Pac
Hey
What's happening
Not motherfucking double R, Richie baby
What's happening baby, you know how we do it
Yeah nigga, you know I'm up out this bitch
It's time for me to uhhh regulate
Fo' sho', hey
Observe
And you ain't going back?
Nah nah nah, we got to show these motherfuckers whassup though
This is for the honeys, the superstar
I don't want to be her man, I want to be her nigga
You feel me?
Well let 'em know


Prompt: Write a song about a confident person who knows their worth, and their encounters with insecure people, while also touching upon topics like jealousy and faith in oneself.

Response:
You fucking with niggas that's insecure
Watered down, my shit is pure
Write down my number but don't call me 'til you sure
I ain't begging just trying to relocate between your legs
Dripping wet, as we experiment in sweaty sex
When you met me you wouldn't let me, and now
You straight begging to sex me got you undressing to test me and uhh..
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Shut me down if you want, and miss the chance to do it live
When I stroll by, I see that look in yo' eye
You want a nigga, but think that you can't have a nigga
Don't cheat yourself, instead treat yourself
If you scared, go to church, I know it hurts
To find out me and your man be sharing skirts


Prompt: Write a song expressing attraction and a desire to be with someone while also suggesting they may be unhappy in their current relationship.

Response:
I'm hoping you don't take this the wrong way
But your body is banging, got me attracted in a strong way
After a long day of trying to make my songs pay
Making love all day against the wall in the hallway
Your fantasies come alive, your heart rate
Shall increase when we meet up in this dark place
You might think you're happy with him
But that's a lie, so give this thug a try
I'd rather be ya nigga


Prompt: A song that celebrates the loyalty and companionship of a close friend, using humor and a playful tone, while addressing the idea that some people in the listener's life may not be treating them with the love and respect they deserve.

Response:
I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A (I'd rather be yo' nigga)
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life
These busters ain't loving you right
I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A (I'd rather be yo' nigga)
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life
('Cause) These busters ain't loving you right
Look, now you was sprung from the introduction
My conversation's full of game yet laced with seductions
I see you blushing like you want something
Come get a taste of Amerikaz Most Wanted
And let's get into some touching, erotic fuckin'
My up and down with no interruptions
Have no intentions of busting until you learn your lesson
Now many questions are often asked, a drop top, 500 Benz
And plenty cash, to help a nigga get the ass


Prompt: Create a song that contrasts the glamorous lifestyle of a wealthy individual with the more down-to-earth experiences of a person who values genuine connections and shared struggles.

Response:
You can ride out with sport coat, to get your lobster and crab
Cause all I got is conversation and a gang of stab
And I'ma listen when it hurts, I'ma hang out but never stay
Smoke blunts but leave them stunts up to Super Dave
I'll be your nigga, as long as we can understand
That I's the nigga and sport coat can be the man
He wine and dine, but me and you we whine and grind
And when I'm on the field keep you on the sidelines


Prompt: Write a song that showcases the strong bond between two individuals who enjoy spending time together, smoking weed, and supporting each other. Mention the struggles faced by the partner in a relationship with a non-supportive or fake person.

Response:
I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A (I'd rather be yo' nigga)
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life
Them busters ain't loving you right
I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A (I'd rather be yo' nigga)
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life
Them busters ain't loving you right
Now it's time for the moment of truth, I got you naked
Totally sweating, let's see how hot I can make it
Tongue kissing 'til yo' head swang
I'm so into you, witness a nigga make the bed bang
If it's all mine, then let me know
Now scream my name out; do you want it fast or shall I hit it slow?
Not to mention, the multiple positions I inflict
A boss player, freaky motherfucker, can I dig?


Prompt: A confident and smooth individual is trying to convince a stubborn person to let loose and have fun, while expressing their desire to be around them regardless of their attitude.

Response:
It's on and popping, now you see what I was seeing
Why your eyes rolling? Loosen up, girl, I ain't going
Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there
While he's stressed out and knock I stretch out the cock
Hold the boots, and let a nigga execute
And though you got it right, I'm going home tonight
You say you don't need a man, but I don't care
You're in the presence of a player, I'd rather be ya nigga


Prompt: Write a catchy song about being a loyal friend who's always there for their friend, even if it means being a source of comfort and support in difficult times, while incorporating themes of partying and enjoying life together.

Response:
I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A (I'd rather be yo' nigga)
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life
These busters ain't loving you right
So I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A (I'd rather be yo' nigga)
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life
These busters ain't loving you right
I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A (I'd rather be yo' nigga)
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life
These busters ain't loving you right
I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A (I'd rather be yo' nigga)
(I'd rather be yo' nigga)


Prompt: Create a song about a fictional afterlife destination for people who feel marginalized or mistreated in their current lives, emphasizing the sense of belonging and freedom that comes with being accepted in this place.

Response:
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong, that's just for us
Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y'knahmean? Where do niggas go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga
That's why we go to thug mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free
And you gotta be a G, at thug mansion


Prompt: A song about the challenges of growing up in a difficult environment, the importance of true friends, and the struggle to overcome personal issues while staying true to oneself.

Response:
Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Somewhere inside my childhood witnessed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be? Through the misery that came to pass
The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask
For currency, but you could run to me when you need
And I'll never leave, honestly
Someone to believe in, as you can see
It's a small thing to a true, what could I do?
Real homies help you get through
And come to knew he'd do the same thing if he could
‘Cause in the hood, true homies make you feel good
And half the times we be actin' up, call the cops
Bringin' a cease to the peace that was on my block
It never stops, when my mama ask me will I change
I tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be the same
Until the end of time


Prompt: A person is reflecting on their past, questioning whether their choices were right or wrong, but ultimately embracing their outlaw lifestyle. They stand strong amidst adversity and haters, focusing on being a G and providing for those around them. They strive for greatness and remember that they'll be remembered until the end of time.

Response:
So take these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until the end of time)
So I can fly away, until the end of time
Until the end of time, until the end of time
Now who's to say if I was right or wrong
To live my life as an outlaw all along?
Remain strong in this planet full of player haters
They conversate, but Death Row full of demonstrators
And in the end, drinkin' Hennessy
Made all my enemies envy me
So cold when I flow, eliminatin' easily
Falls to they knees, they plead for they right to breathe
While beggin' me to keep the peace (haha)
When I conceive closer to achieve
In times of danger, don't freeze, time to be a G
Follow my lead, I'll supply everything you need
An ounce of game and the training to make a G
Remember me as an outcast Outlaw
Another album out, that's what I'm about: more
Gettin' raw 'til the day I see my casket
Buried as a G while the whole world remembers me
Until the end of time


Prompt: Write a song about a person who's asking for someone else's help to heal their emotional wounds, in order to regain the ability to fly and soar in life.

Response:
So take these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until the end of time)
So I can fly away, until the end of time
Until the end of time, until the end of time


Prompt: Imagine a person feeling nostalgic, looking back at their past life choices, and contemplating their growth as they drive away from their old life.

Response:
Starin' at the world through my rearview
Just lookin' back at the world
From another level, you know what I mean? Starin'


Prompt: A person is reflecting on their life experiences and questioning whether their dreams have come true as they look at the world from a new perspective.

Response:
Now I know the answers to the question
“Do dreams come true?”
Still starin' at the world through my rearview
I said, now I know the answer
“Do dreams come true?”
Starin' at the world through my rearview


Prompt: Write a song about feeling trapped in a dead-end situation, escaping reality through reckless actions, and contemplating the fleeting nature of life, while also referencing the name of a famous rapper.

Response:
They got me starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly
And all my motherfuckers
Starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly
Nigga, Kadafi say!


Prompt: Create lyrics that reflect on the experiences and decisions made in the past, while acknowledging the risks and consequences of living a fast-paced, greed-driven lifestyle. Mention the Million Man March and the concept of a single life to be lived.

Response:
Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers
Nine-six for Glocks
'Cause fiends hittin' up blocks with street sweepers
Bless myself when knowin' rules to these streets
Somethin' I learned in school
On some Million Man March shit for the peace
True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed, bleed like humans
Towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants
Shit's deep, turn eighteen, burn my will when I go
Burnt my body with my shotty, or choosin' my dough
So while you reminiscin' all nights out with the crew
Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin' through your rearview


Prompt: Rivaling artists are ganging up against 2Pac's new album, causing chaos and uncertainty in the music industry.

Response: In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur has just released another album under the alias "Makaveli." Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artists' street dates in fear of a wipeout in retail inter-chart movement. Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album, resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character of not only Mr Shakur but of Death Row Records as well. Nas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac's – excuse me – Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep, Notorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers. JAY-Z from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever, and several other corny-sounding motherfuckers are understandably shaken up by this release. The question everybody wants to know is: why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac – rather Makaveli – was not available for comment but released this statement:


Prompt: Create a song that talks about loyalty, power, and the streets, and emphasizes the importance of taking a stand in a world where violence and betrayal are common.

Response:
It's not about East or West
It's about niggas and bitches
Power and money, ridaz and punks
Which side are you on?
*Heartbeat* *Gunshots*
*Encroaching footsteps*
These niggas is still fuckin' talkin'?
You niggas still breathin'? Fuckin' roaches
A'ight, it's the Raid on cockroaches
Punk motherfuckers, this is it (Makaveli The Don)
Killuminati Style (All day) (Up in your ass)
(Bomb first) (Outlaw Ridahz) Solo shit, bring it!


Prompt: A song where the artist is expressing frustration with the competition in the music scene, calling out others for their superficial style, lack of authenticity, and exaggerated claims to fame. The artist also highlights their own dedication and determination, drawing inspiration from their upbringing in New Jersey, and the experiences of their family members in the streets. The song ends on a tense note, with the artist preparing to confront the challenges ahead and assert their place in the industry.

Response:
Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin' patent leather
Causin' massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough
Half rapper, half drug kingpin, you're tellin' fairy tales, dunn
"King of New York" like you the motherfuckin' one?
But I'm from Jers', we don't play that shit
From the Clair down to Newark Bricks all my niggas flippin’ chips
Gettin’ rich, even though it's hard
Tryna creep through these halls and brawls without scarred by a revolve'
With no warning signs, ‘cause yo, my man took five
Now I'm the youngin with the 9 ready to put in my time


Prompt: Write a song about a group of friends who are ruthless and violent, constantly ready for a confrontation, and have a strong belief in the importance of self-preservation.

Response:
Shoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding
Don't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me
We bomb first when we ride
Please reconsider 'fore you die
G's and thug niggas on the rise
Plan, plot, strategize, but bomb first
We bomb first when we ride
Please reconsider 'fore you die
G's and thug niggas on the rise
Plan, plot, strategize, and bomb first
Let us pray, my nigga
'Cause we definitely have sinned


Prompt: The narrator is expressing their confusion and concern about why someone is being called a "bitch" by others.

Response:
You wonda why they call you bitch
You wonda why they call you bitch
You wonda why they call you bitch
You wonda why they call you bitch
You wonda why they call you bitch
You wonda why they call you bitch


Prompt: A song addressed to a controversial figure, explaining the origin of disrespectful language used by younger generations towards women in power, arguing it's not personal but a reflection of societal norms and expectations.

Response:
Dear Ms. Delores Tucker, keep stressin' me
Fuckin' with a motherfuckin' mind
I figured you wanted to know
You know, why we call them hoes bitches
And maybe this might help you understand
It ain't personal, strictly business, baby, strictly business
So If you wonder why we call you bitch
You wonder why we call you bitch
If you wonder why we call you bitch
You wonder why we call you bitch


Prompt: Write a letter from a parent to their unborn child, expressing their love and reassurance in case something happens to them.

Response:
To my unborn child…
To my unborn child
In case I don’t make it
Just remember, Daddy loves you


Prompt: A father writes a letter to his unborn child, sharing the challenges and lessons he's learned in life, including time spent in prison, and expressing hope for a brighter future.

Response:
Now ever since my birth, I've been cursed, since I'm born to wile
In case I never get to holla at my unborn child
Many things learned in prison, blessed and still livin'
Tryna earn every penny that I'm gettin'
I'm reminiscin' to the beginnin' of my mission
When I was conceived and came to be in this position
My mama was a Panther, loud single parent, but she proud
When she witnessed baby boy rip a crowd
Went to school, but I dropped out and left the house
‘Cause my mama say I'm good for nothin', so I'm out
Since I only got one life to live, God forgive me for my sins
Let me make it and I'll never steal again or deal again
My only friend is my misery
Wantin' revenge for the agony they did to me
See, my life ain't promised, but it's sure gettin' better
Hope you understand my love letter, to my unborn child


Prompt: A father writes a letter to his unborn child, expressing his love, thoughts, and concerns about the world they will grow up in.

Response:
I'm writing you a letter
This is to my unborn child
Wanna let you know I love you
If you didn't know I feel this way
‘Cause I think about you every day
I have so much to say
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Seems so complicated to escape fate
And you can never understand 'til we trade places
Tell the world I feel guilty for bein' anxious
Ain't no way in hell that I could ever be a rapist
It's hard to face this cold world on a good day
When will they let the little kids in the hood play?
I got shot five times, but I'm still breathin'
Living proof there's a God if you need a reason
Can I believe in my own fate?
Will I raise my kids in the right or the wrong way?
Dear Mama, I'm a man now
I wanna make it on my own, not a handout
Make way for a whirlwind prophesized
I wanna go in peace when I gotta die
On these cold streets, ain't no love, no mercy and no friends
In case you never see my face again, to my unborn child


Prompt: A father writes a letter to his unborn child, expressing his love and concern for their future in a world where being black can be difficult and dangerous. He questions the circumstances surrounding their life and the challenges they might face. He also shares his hope to provide for and protect his child, regardless of where he or she may end up.

Response:
I'm writing you a letter
This is to my unborn child
Wanna let you know I love you
If you didn't know I feel this way
‘Cause I think about you every day
I have so much to say
Dear Lord, can you hear me?
Tell me what to say
To my unborn seed in case I pass away
Will my child get to feel love?
Or are we all just cursed to be street thugs?
‘Cause bein' black hurts, and even worse if you speak first
Livin' my life as an Outlaw – what could be worse?
‘Cause maybe if I tried to change
Who'm I kiddin'? I'm a thug 'til I die; I'm a rider, mane
Touch bases, eat lunch in plush places
Regular criminal oasis awaits us
If there's a ghetto for true thugs, I'll see you there
And I'm sorry for not bein' there
Just know your daddy was a soldier: Me Against the World
Bless the boys and all my little girls
To the Lord: I'm eternal, restin' in peace
Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child


Prompt: A father writes a letter to his children, expressing his love and concern for their well-being, providing guidance for their future, and wishing to reunite with them in the afterlife.

Response:
Please take care of all my kids and my unborn child
To my unborn child…
This letter goes out to my seeds
That I might not get to see ‘cause of this lifestyle
Just know your daddy loved you
Got nothin' but love for you
And all I wanted was for you to have a better life than I had
‘Cause I was out there on a 24 hour 365 grind
When you get to be my age, you’ll understand
Just know I got love for you
And I’ll see you if there’s a ghetto in Heaven
If there’s a Ghetto Heaven, I’ll be there waitin' for you
Heh heh, take care, run wild, but be smart
Follow the rules of the game
I know sometimes there’s confusion
Rules of the game is gonna get you through it all day every day
Watch out for these snakes and fakes
Friends come a dime-a-dozen
Be an individual, work hard
Study, get your mind sharp, trust nobody


Prompt: Consider the pressures and dangers faced by a young person in an urban environment, and the potential consequences they might face if they engage in risky behavior.

Response:
A coward dies a thousand deaths
A soldier dies but once
Tonight's the night I get in some shit
They say pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols
Plotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you
Picturing pitiful punk niggas copping pleas
Puffing weed as I position myself to clock G's
My enemies scatter in suicidal situations
Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin'
Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
Evading the playa hating tricks while hitting switches
Bitches is bad-mouth, ‘cause brawling motherfuckers is bold
But charge them hoes; the game should be sold
I'm sick of psychotic society, somebody save me
Addicted to drama, so even Mama couldn't raise me
Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me
I run in the streets and puffing weed with my peeps
I'm duckin' the cops, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin' my Glock
Niggas is hot when I hit the block; what if I die tonight?


Prompt: Imagine a fictional rap song about the risks and rewards of a life of crime, with the protagonist reflecting on their possible death and the consequences it may have on their lifestyle and reputation.

Response:
If I die tonight
If I die tonight
Fuck it, if I die tonight
Tonight's the night I get in some shit
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Polish your pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump
When I get to poppin', niggas is droppin' then they done
Calling the coroner, come collect the fucking corpse
He got hit by a killer, preoccupied with being boss
Revenge is the method, whenever steppin', keep a weapon close
Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes
Jealous niggas and broke bitches equal packed jails
Hit the block and fill your pockets, making crack sales
Picture perfection, pursuing paper with a passion
Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted
Running with criminals individuals with no remorse
Try to stop me, my pistol posse's using deadly force
In my brain all I can think about is fame
The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed
I'm seeing cemetery photos of my peers
Conversating like they still here; if I die tonight


Prompt: A rapper is boastfully expressing their confidence and determination for a potentially dangerous night, referencing being buried as a Gangster and engaging in some intense action.

Response:
Nigga, if I die tonight
No fear nigga, never worry
If I die tonight
Bury me a motherfucking G, closed casket fuck it
If I die tonight
You know
Tonight's the night I get in some shit
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Tonight's the night I get in some shit
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder


Prompt: Create a song about the importance of understanding and following biblical prophecy, particularly regarding Jesus's role in salvation and his second coming.

Response:
God has a plan, and the bible unfolds that wonderful plan
Through the message of prophecy
God sent Jesus into this world to be our savior
And that Christ is returning, someday soon
To unfold the wonderful plan of eternity
For my life and your life
As long as we're cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior
Unless the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time here on This Week in Bible Prophecy


Prompt: 2Pac, the rapper who has taken on the persona of Niccolo Machiavelli (Makaveli), is about to say something inappropriate in a song, and the speaker is urging him not to engage in disrespectful behavior. The speaker then shares a piece of wisdom passed down by their father, about following a new word or idea.

Response:
2Pac, don't start that blasphemy in here!
Makaveli, the new breed
And I remember what my pops told me
The new word, follow me
Remember what my pops told me


Prompt: Think about the consequences of using the name of the Lord in vain and the struggles of people in the ghetto, inspired by a conversation with your father.

Response:
Nuff a dem a steal in the name of the lord
Dem a tell nuff lie, but holding a bird in a cloud
(Remember what my pops told me)
Using the name of the lord in vain
(Remember what my pops told me)
While de people in de ghetto feel nuff pain
(What!)


Prompt: Thinking about the positive changes and brighter future ahead, focusing on the optimism and hope for a better tomorrow.

Response:
Better days, hey!
Better days
Got me thinkin' 'bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Hey!
Better days
Got me thinkin' 'bout better days


Prompt: Reflecting on past experiences and expressing encouragement to former cellmates in Rikers Island, remembering specific blocks and inmates, while acknowledging the challenges faced and the hope for better days.

Response:
I send this one out to all the homeboys down in, uh
Clinton lockdown, Rikers Island
All them dudes I was, uh, locked up with, hehe
E Block, F Block, lower H
N-I-C in Rikers Island, downstate
All the peoples I met along the way
Better days is comin', homeboy, keep your head up!


Prompt: Write a song about two people who can't help but empathize and connect with each other's emotional suffering.

Response:
I couldn't help but notice your pain
My pain?
It runs deep – share it with me!


Prompt: Write a song expressing the deep love and admiration for a black woman who serves as the foundation for one's conception of love and is considered the epitome of what a black woman should be.

Response:
U R the omega of my heart
The foundation 4 my conception of Love
When I think of what a black woman should be
Its u that I First think of
U will never fully understand
How Deeply my Heart Feels 4 u
I worry that we'll grow apart
And I'll end up losing u
U bring me 2 climax without sex
And u do it all with regal grace
U r my heart in Human Form
A Friend I could never replace


Prompt: A rapper reflects on their prowess as a wordsmith and the impact they have on their competitors, while also emphasizing their ability to rise above their struggles and obstacles.

Response:
You find a MC like me who's strong
Leavin' motherfuckers aborted with no verbal support
And when I command the microphone
I get deadly as Khan, though
With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm all those
Who can withstand the more power I gain?
That make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck yo' brain
Imagine and keep on wishin' upon a star
Finally realizin' who the fuck we are
When I penetrate, it's been withstandin', faded
Would it be the greatest MC of all-time? When I created rhyme
For the simple fact, when I attack I crush your pride
Our intention to ride, every time, all night
I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar
For me to put down my guard, I'm faced what I'ma ride
Breakin' in gas with a .68 all day
In-and-out with my pay, assume to count the bodies


Prompt: A rapper is reflecting on their past life of crime and how they were known on the Westside, ultimately becoming the "boss of all bosses" under the persona of Makaveli.

Response:
Troublesome, nigga
Hahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96
(Westside!) Let it be known, nigga!
Boss of all bosses, Makaveli


Prompt: A vengeful individual, determined to become a powerful figure in the underworld, seeks to establish their control over the criminal landscape. Through intimidation and ruthless tactics, they gather a loyal crew of outlaws, aiming to prove that they cannot be killed or deterred. The protagonist has a strong sense of pride, which is the only thing they fear losing, and they plan to terrorize their enemies in a world of danger and deception.

Response:
Menacin' methods, label me a lethal weapon
Makin' niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections
Can you picture my specific plan?
To be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned
Scams are plotted over grams of rocks
Undercover agents die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore
I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes!
Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater
Got me a dog and named her "my bitch nigga eater"
What could they do to me, you lil' brat?
Shit, them niggas that shot me is still terrified I'll get they ass
How can I show you how I feel inside?
We Outlawz, motherfuckers can't kill my pride
Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone
‘Cause they fear me in the physical form
Let it be known I'm troublesome


Prompt: A group of young and rebellious individuals rapping about their actions on the streets, defying authority, and standing together as a unit.

Response:
La la la la, la, la
La, la-la la, lahhh
Bye bye, bye bye
All you niggas die
You might also like
Troublesome nigga, Outlawz
Put it down to the fullest
Spittin' rhymes and bullets, ha ha
We troublesome
Y'all know what time it is
Call the punk police, they can't stop us
Niggas run the streets, we troublesome


Prompt: A lyrics-inspired prompt could be, "Write a song about a fearless, criminal protagonist who has just been released from jail, who has a vengeful mentality, is fluent in Swahili, and is known for causing chaos and terrorizing their enemies.

Response:
Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto
A guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels
Death before dishonor, bet I bomb on 'em first
Niggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse
Westside was the war cry, bustin' off freely
Screamin', "Fuck all y'all niggas!" in Swahili
Pistol packin', fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back
Release me to the care of my heartless strap
Say my name three times like Candyman
Bet I roll on yo' ass, like an avalanche
A sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys
Murder my foes, can't control my nine
Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin', "please"
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
Picture me lettin' this chump survive
Ran up on his ass, when I dumped he died
‘Cause I'm troublesome
La la la la, la, la
La, la-la la, lahhh
Bye bye, bye bye
All you niggas die


Prompt: Write a song about a young and rebellious individual who embraces the "Thug Life" and doesn't care about the consequences of their actions, while also boasting about their fearlessness and tough exterior.

Response:
Young, strapped, and I don't give a fuck
I'm hopeless
I live the Thug Life, losin' my focus, baby
I'm troublesome, ha ha
Bad Boy killa, there is no one realer
What you saw
Was the rough, rugged and raw: Outlaw!


Prompt: Reflect on the cycle of violence in the streets, specifically the impact it has on young people, and the consequences of living in a dangerous environment.

Response:
"Murder, murder, my mind state," shit ain't changed
Since my last rhyme; the crime rate ain't decline
Niggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind
Like 25 to life never crossed they mind
Tell me young nigga never learned a thang
Dead at thirteen ‘cause he yearned to bang
Sent a lot of flowers, but how could I cry?
Tried to warn the little nigga, "Either stop or die."
Mercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream
Afraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams
Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times
God forgive me ‘cause it's wrong, but I plan to die
Either take me in Heaven and understand I was a G
Did the best I could, raised in insanity
Or send me to Hell, ‘cause I ain't beggin' for my life
Ain't nothin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life
I'm troublesome
La la la la, la, la
La, la-la la, lahhh
Bye bye, bye bye
All you niggas die


Prompt: A rapper is giving a shout-out to his producer, Mo Bee, and urging him to create a beat that sets the tone for the song. The rapper also wants the listeners to show their support by throwing up a certain finger in the air.

Response:
Yo, Mo Bee, mayn, drop that shit!
You know what time
Boo-yaow! I know it's time for you
So grab one by the hand, you know what I'm sayin'?
And uh, throw up that finger!
Hey yo, throw y'all fingers up!
Thug style, baby, thug style, y'know?


Prompt: Write a song about a person who feels inadequate because they cannot provide what someone else desires, in this case, financial stability.

Response:
I know you've been searching for someone
To make you happy and get the job done
You say you needed a man with money
But I can't be there, and will you still care?


Prompt: A woman ponders if her partner will continue to love and support her even if they cannot provide the financial stability she desires.

Response:
I know you've been searchin' for someone
To make you happy and get the job done
You say you needed a man with money
But I can't be there, and will you still care?


Prompt: A song about the strong bond of friendship, highlighting that the person has never had a friend like the singer.

Response:
Never!
You ain't never had a friend like me!
Believe that!
'Cause you ain't never had a friend like me!


Prompt: Imagine a character who believes they are invincible with their loyal friend, who defends their actions and brags about their undying friendship. They challenge their foes while reassuring their friend that they have never had someone like them before. The song is a celebration of their unwavering bond, emphasizing their power as a team.

Response:
Come after us, best be complete
My enemies your enemies
'Cause you ain't ever had a friend like me
Nobody knows where we'll be
My enemies your enemies
'Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
Come after us, best be complete
My enemies your enemies
'Cause you ain't ever had a friend like me
Nobody knows where we'll be
My enemies your enemies
'Cause you ain't never had a friend like me


Prompt: Think of a person who has a lot of friends, and emphasize the unique bond they have with one particular friend.

Response:
Right! You ain't ever had a friend like me
'Cause you ain't ever had a friend like me
You ain't ever had a friend like me
'Cause you ain't ever had a friend like me


Prompt: Write a song lyrics about being a determined, successful individual who has faced adversity, hustling to make money, and turning to thugging as a way to cope and express themselves.

Response:
To all my niggas engaged in makin' money in the fifty states
Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch
No longer livin' in fear, my pistol close in hand
Convinced that this is my year like I'm the chosen man
Give me my money and label me as a don
If niggas is havin' problems, open fire and bomb
I died and came back, I hustle with these lyrics
As if it's a game of crack, thuggin' is in my spirit
I'm lost and not knowin'
Scarred up but still flowin', energized and still goin'
Uhh, can it be fate, that makes a sick motherfucker break
On these jealous-ass cowards 'cause they evil and fake?
What will it take? Give me that bass line, I'm feelin' bomb
Death Row, baby, don't be alarmed
The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me start again
Represent, 'cause I've been sent, the hearts of men


Prompt: In the lyrics, a group of individuals are discussing their plan to unite and put an end to the suffering they've experienced in their lives. The song's chorus pleads for no more pain, while emphasizing the power of their unity and their connection to the hardcore mentality.

Response:
Hey, DeVante
Nigga, don't you know we're gonna sow up every bitch in the country?
Me and you, up in the same motherfuckin' room, on the same level
This shit here (Hardcore to the brain), hahahaha
Please, no more pain
(Hardcore to the brain) That's right, nigga
Hey, drop that shit, boy


Prompt: Your favorite rapper is challenging their rivals and expressing their dominance in the streets, partying with luxury drinks, weed, and boasting about their reputation. They're also warning others not to mess with them, as they're prepared to defend themselves and won't hesitate to take action.

Response:
Line up my adversaries, blast on sight
And fuck your boyfriend, bitch, I want some ass tonight
You know my steelo
Alizé and Cristal, weed
Sure you heard of all the freaky shit they say about me, huh?
Plus all you busters is jealous
Pull your gun out and blast
I dare you niggas to open fire
I'll murder that ass
And disappear before the cops come runnin'
My Glock's spittin' rounds, niggas fallin' down, clutchin' they stomach
It's Westside, Death Row, Thug niggas on the rise
Busters shot me five times, real niggas don't die
Can ya hear me? Laced with this game, I know you feel me
Spit the secret to war, so cowards fear me
My only fear of death is reincarnation
Heart of a soldier with a brain to teach your whole nation and feelin' no more pain


Prompt: In honor of the pioneers of hip-hop who laid the foundation, write a song that celebrates the old school and expresses gratitude to those who came before.

Response:
Here we go; we gon' send this one out to the old school
All these motherfuckers in the Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island
Queens, and all the motherfuckers that laid it down, the foundation
Ya know what I'm sayin'? Nothin' but love for the old school
That's who we're gonna do this one for, ya feel me?


Prompt: A song reflecting on the importance of traditional values and culture in shaping a person's life and future

Response:
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"


Prompt: Think about a time when you were young and involved in the hip-hop culture, reminiscing about the nostalgic moments spent breakdancing, listening to classic songs, and engaging in graffiti art while trying to avoid the transit cops.

Response:
Remember poppin' and lockin' to Kurtis Blow, the name belts
And Scott LaRock the Super Ho back in Latin Quarter
When Slick Rick was spittin' La Di Da Di
Gamin' the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties
I remember, breakdancin' to Melle Mel
Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells
Forget the TV, I'd rather hit the streets and do graffiti
Be careful don't let the transit cops see me
It ain't nuttin' like the old school!


Prompt: Create a song that expresses the feeling of being a successful music group, attracting envy from others, and being unaffected by their negative comments.

Response:
Niggas out there jealous 'cause we be bailin' with Death Row
They try to playa hate, but they can't fade us though
We be mobbin' through the neighborhood, yeah
With that funky sound (So funky)
We be throwin' down


Prompt: Imagine if a character is trying to stay true to themselves and avoid the corrupting influence of money, while also warning others not to become ensnared by it.

Response:
Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me
Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me
Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me


Prompt: Write a song about the excitement and popularity of being part of a successful music group, despite naysayers and haters who try to bring them down.

Response:
Niggas out there jealous cause we be bailin' with Death Row
They try to playa hate, but they can't fade us tho'
We be mobbin' through the neighborhood, yeah
With that funky sound (so funky)
We be throwin' down


Prompt: Being cautious in the world of money and power, knowing that people might be hiding their true intentions, and warning others to be aware and not be deceived.

Response:
Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay