way How do you know, how do you know How do you know, how do you know When I don't know myself? When I don't know myself How do you know?
light But sometimes faith is blind How do you know, how do you know What I?m suppose to be doing Why do you go, why do you go on Thinking you know my
Vertaling: Derde Dag. Hoe weet jy.
be a mobster On stage recipient of a nice guy Malicious nigga y'all cats fictitious When the shit hits It's how you know we mean business Guns n' roses
a science based on reliance In fact, you will agree, that it is to be a real emcee Such as he who's I, clear the third eye to reveal I I remain the high
If it means you would be, come on and lift up your hands Everybody lift your hands if you know that Jesus is worthy Open up and give Him praise let's do
go another line you figured Never drivin by nine, never givin up a dime if you was Never been that {nigga} If you really wanna test me, brother don't stress me Or you
said, "Well you know, baby I'm not starvin' either but I could eat" She said, "So what do you have in mind?" I said, "I don't know, what about you?"
gon' murda ya! Up in you like a hernia. You suck, I'm just confirmin' ya, nigga! If you did it, nigga, then clearly we talkin' about you! Get off the
how you use it and please don't abuse it when you do it. Music can keep the party people dancin' and put your mind in a trance and keep you happy, give
deal with this shit no more you know Cham' I don't know what to do yo, ya know Seem like every time a nigga make one step man Nigga take two steps back you
, H A V O C, M O B B, uh huh, yeah Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Know what I'm sayin'? Forty first side Niggaz know how we do, right, right I can see you back
beat. I'ma talk shit over this one [Havoc:] Told you I got you my nigga. But um, I want you to let these niggaz [know why you in that top 5. [Styles
on you man I can just 'do-do-do-do-do-do-do' and put a hit on you, man With hot heat that will make your heart beat quit on you man And Mr. Dawson'll
like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit It's the Thelonious, super microphonist You know us, this rap shit we 'bout to own it You know it, 'cause you
center like Tyson Chandler Fuck what you heard In the booth I goes off Like the lights if you ain't payin' It's the third And you already two months late
