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Falling Sickness Cut To Fit

when I unlock the door I'm bringing love to my people unlike these Fickle Fanatics that wanna cause death cut holes flake praying we fall to hells depth

Ken] Hold up (YEAH!) [Chamillionaire] The Hype Williams to y'all rookies, you know that this is a motion picture so SICK that I call it motion sickness

I got thugs everywhere, where you going spending that When clicks come to brawl, everything I hit fall Niggas play sick wid y'all, wit me they ain't sick

never had it I jam like L.A. traffic, Jellyroll behind the wheel And the passenger seat behind the field It's your boy, physically fit, mentally sick

bitch down (for sho') A real pimp gon' represent the town (How tough?) To the fullest let her heels fall off 'cause I'ma ride the muthafucka 'til the wheels fall

doubt on their amount on a counterfeit And I fit a definitive fixture Recite tight scripture, lift ya Slice mics and rip ya Trip ya, face first, fall

my cheddar. (ahh!) Sick shit, I'm done with the pimp shit, No more strip clubs! No more freaky flicks! (c'mon!) No more creeping! Cut off my side, bitch

harder they gotta fall [Chorus Two] Bigger they come, the harder they fallin Bigger they come, the harder they fallin Bigger they come, the harder they fallin

You know a lot can happen after everybody falls asleep Ask the forest fire, ask the cop walking on the beat And do right by them, work a little in your