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Get paper ain't stopping know I might clap Fuck the block I'd be poppin kids in Iraq No one ever told me that killing is evil A.K 47 homie pop innocent people Skyscrapers falling kids ran from the drama While I'd be making biz with Sadam and Osama Removing organs in my Sicilian dreams It's gorgeous I don't know what a civilian means Last hours you're a corpse making us your rival And bombing towers made George Bush my idol I'm laughing at victims like Julius Caesar I need a blowjob, a bag of money and a beamer I'm down with quickness bad slick thinking Kidnap Afghani bitches, now that's big pimpin I'd be puffin a key, yall be making origami So you with you could be me cause I get money (Thanks to George for these lyrics) From Letras Mania