Текст песне
Thought Crime The Answer

track, Diddy keep it gangsta Who's Benzino? Who the fuck's Benzino? Matta-fact, get'cha facts straight (Say whaaat?!) When in the city, crime scene, no answer

all know what I'm singin' 'bout (Talkin' 'bout ghetto life) Ghetto life (Talkin' 'bout ghetto life) (In the ghetto) Sure we be takin' them chances while we search for the answers

why we follow the law of the bluest eye He looked at me, he thought about it Was like, "I'm clueless, why?" The question was rhetorical, the answer is

. This is the Martini... [Verse 1:] This is Sam. He was so in love with her, but she was young, So that put her off in a jam, Though, she was sweet as

I can see the ship's full of holes Even though With a heave and a ho We'll raise the sails Rent a penthouse but sleep on a bench Crescent wrench Take

You walk in with another headache I can tell by the lines in your face You seem to think if you just remove the problem The answers are what will come

find a new way No answers from your faith when I called my name You try to change it all nothing to change Everyonea??s got a thought Opinions pushed

they say? Will they say the victims were thought of as criminals While the guilty sat on high deciding their fate Ticking off statistics in their spare time Tell me, which is the crime

breaths I take, I feel that I commit crimes Because it should have been me dead And if I ask of you? Tell me if you think its true The answer might