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Classic Crime The The Way That You Are

This is the way that you are," don't let them say, "This is the way that you are." "This is the way that you are," don't let them say, "This is the way

This is the way that you are," don't let them say, "This is the way that you are." "This is the way that you are," don't let them say, "This is the way

Let me, see you flag, the color of car nigga Fix your fingers, show me what you are I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout you

Juvenile you did that? That iron again is mine right? Snatchin' for a kidnap People out that project say Juvenile you did that? Man, Juvenile you did that

, ***, you can't hang with us Ashes to ashes and you can't bust You so popcorn and fake industrious That *** X to the Z, that boy is somethin' to see

raw and the caine Let me, see you flag, the color of car nigga Fix your fingers, show me what you are [Verse: Noreaga] That I'm a keep makin' hits,

that girl (She so fine) Look at that girl (Say it again) Look at that girl (Must be a crime) Look at that girl (Oww) If you ain't sweating there's something

devil draws no lines If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies you will find Whoa the fat trees of the forest have hid a thousand crimes The calender

you're at Nintendo Just a night out with me to embarrass you Shootin' around you, my niggaz are watchin' you (yeah!) My eyez shine with so much money That