Signs In Life Lyrics
| Song | Signs In Life |
| Artist | Kano |
| Album | Best In '05 (The Kings Are Coming II) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| There are lots of signs in life | |
| Some that you may not like | |
| You could be livin this minute … | |
| And next minute you're gone away | |
| So hold up your hands my brothers | |
| And be conscious my sisters | |
| And by your words, you will get paid | |
| True, you can move food on the street | |
| Did a bitta that, got bored of that | |
| Didn't move the brown or the crack | |
| Use to pick up for the fact | |
| I could make more back by breaking down to scores n that | |
| Stack to buy out the stores n that | |
| Didn't give a shit about laws of that | |
| But I did give a shit about getting locked up | |
| Or get boxed up, sentenced you'll get about 4 for that | |
| Crap, you aint so rich now | |
| I bet you feel like a prick now | |
| Coz where's all your fancy shit now | |
| Where's your whips, chicks and your bits now | |
| Shit, you should have fixed up | |
| Fuck drugs, the mic you should have picked up | |
| And it was all for the big bucks | |
| Now you're sitting in a cell doing sit ups | |
| Look I told you this shit's fucked | |
| The ghetto lifestyle's too much | |
| If I bust, be proud of me | |
| You can't take it out of me | |
| So im a bit stuck | |
| But, I got too much to lose now | |
| Love my life, and | |
| I don't wanna lose out | |
| Im still about, | |
| Im home sweet home | |
| In the ends, like | |
| I don't wanna move out | |
| Im too bad | |
| There are lots of signs in life | |
| Some that you may not like | |
| You could be livin this minute … | |
| And next minute you're gone away | |
| So hold up your hands my brothers | |
| And be conscious my sisters | |
| And by your words, you will get paid | |
| Look, you can do moves on the street | |
| Id rather spit bars on the beat | |
| Id rather that than nick cars every week | |
| But jack is when | |
| I split scars with the heat | |
| So Im solo like the guitars and the beat | |
| But this rhyming shit is for me | |
| I live this, drink this, eat this, shit this | |
| And I've even writ bars in my sleep | |
| But I aint on hype, | |
| I've had enough phase | |
| Ghetto's probably inside, hope he bust | |
| K's That undergrounds like roll this, a tough race | |
| You can be living this minute, then gone again like mum you was right | |
| And I was wrong again | |
| But Im strong again | |
| Still moved on again | |
| Ten more minutes and | |
| I writ another song again | |
| If I can do it, you can im a true fan | |
| Up and coming | |
| MC's big up you man | |
| The doors open but | |
| I aint through man | |
| Im'a ball through like a cue dan | |
| Watch me, aint gonna let no-one stop me | |
| UK im gonna break you properly | |
| And If you aint gonna watch me do that, move back | |
| Who's that? | |
| K-A … I knew that | |
| And I know its not easy, and | |
| I know what you're feeling | |
| Just believe me | |
| There are lots of signs in life | |
| Some that you may not like | |
| You could be livin this minute … | |
| And next minute you're gone away | |
| So hold up your hands my brothers | |
| And be conscious my sisters | |
| And by your words, you will get paid | |
| There are lots of signs in life | |
| Some that you may not like | |
| You could be living this minute | |
| And next minute you're gone away | |
| I fear my safety, | |
| I fear im bait, but | |
| I cant put my skills to waste | |
| Because if you're living by the gun you surely will get blazed | |
| I still don' blaze, refuse to smoke my life away | |
| Refuse to die before | |
| I try then put the mic away | |
| This life of | |
| K, is just one big hype for praise | |
| Right, night, record then start to write okay | |
| But Im just saying, back on hype of | |
| Kane But only | |
| Im to blame | |
| Today I saw the signs that came, and it's not a good look | |
| But that's life they say, crime pays | |
| And Ill stop crime whenever this grime decides to pay | |
| But grime aint making me mill's | |
| So Im picking up a 9 today | |
| And spittin' aint getting me deals | |
| But this shits just getting real | |
| There are lots of signs in life | |
| Some that you may not like | |
| You could be livin this minute … | |
| The next minute you're gone away | |
| So hold up your hands my brothers | |
| And be conscious my sisters | |
| And by your words, you will get paid | |
| There are lots of sugns in life | |
| Some that you may not like | |
| You could be living this minute | |
| And next minute your gone away | |
| So hold up your hands my brothers | |
| And be conscious my sisters | |
| And by words, you will get paid |
| There are lots of signs in life | |
| Some that you may not like | |
| You could be livin this minute | |
| And next minute you' re gone away | |
| So hold up your hands my brothers | |
| And be conscious my sisters | |
| And by your words, you will get paid | |
| True, you can move food on the street | |
| Did a bitta that, got bored of that | |
| Didn' t move the brown or the crack | |
| Use to pick up for the fact | |
| I could make more back by breaking down to scores n that | |
| Stack to buy out the stores n that | |
| Didn' t give a shit about laws of that | |
| But I did give a shit about getting locked up | |
| Or get boxed up, sentenced you' ll get about 4 for that | |
| Crap, you aint so rich now | |
| I bet you feel like a prick now | |
| Coz where' s all your fancy shit now | |
| Where' s your whips, chicks and your bits now | |
| Shit, you should have fixed up | |
| Fuck drugs, the mic you should have picked up | |
| And it was all for the big bucks | |
| Now you' re sitting in a cell doing sit ups | |
| Look I told you this shit' s fucked | |
| The ghetto lifestyle' s too much | |
| If I bust, be proud of me | |
| You can' t take it out of me | |
| So im a bit stuck | |
| But, I got too much to lose now | |
| Love my life, and | |
| I don' t wanna lose out | |
| Im still about, | |
| Im home sweet home | |
| In the ends, like | |
| I don' t wanna move out | |
| Im too bad | |
| There are lots of signs in life | |
| Some that you may not like | |
| You could be livin this minute | |
| And next minute you' re gone away | |
| So hold up your hands my brothers | |
| And be conscious my sisters | |
| And by your words, you will get paid | |
| Look, you can do moves on the street | |
| Id rather spit bars on the beat | |
| Id rather that than nick cars every week | |
| But jack is when | |
| I split scars with the heat | |
| So Im solo like the guitars and the beat | |
| But this rhyming shit is for me | |
| I live this, drink this, eat this, shit this | |
| And I' ve even writ bars in my sleep | |
| But I aint on hype, | |
| I' ve had enough phase | |
| Ghetto' s probably inside, hope he bust | |
| K' s That undergrounds like roll this, a tough race | |
| You can be living this minute, then gone again like mum you was right | |
| And I was wrong again | |
| But Im strong again | |
| Still moved on again | |
| Ten more minutes and | |
| I writ another song again | |
| If I can do it, you can im a true fan | |
| Up and coming | |
| MC' s big up you man | |
| The doors open but | |
| I aint through man | |
| Im' a ball through like a cue dan | |
| Watch me, aint gonna let noone stop me | |
| UK im gonna break you properly | |
| And If you aint gonna watch me do that, move back | |
| Who' s that? | |
| KA I knew that | |
| And I know its not easy, and | |
| I know what you' re feeling | |
| Just believe me | |
| There are lots of signs in life | |
| Some that you may not like | |
| You could be livin this minute | |
| And next minute you' re gone away | |
| So hold up your hands my brothers | |
| And be conscious my sisters | |
| And by your words, you will get paid | |
| There are lots of signs in life | |
| Some that you may not like | |
| You could be living this minute | |
| And next minute you' re gone away | |
| I fear my safety, | |
| I fear im bait, but | |
| I cant put my skills to waste | |
| Because if you' re living by the gun you surely will get blazed | |
| I still don' blaze, refuse to smoke my life away | |
| Refuse to die before | |
| I try then put the mic away | |
| This life of | |
| K, is just one big hype for praise | |
| Right, night, record then start to write okay | |
| But Im just saying, back on hype of | |
| Kane But only | |
| Im to blame | |
| Today I saw the signs that came, and it' s not a good look | |
| But that' s life they say, crime pays | |
| And Ill stop crime whenever this grime decides to pay | |
| But grime aint making me mill' s | |
| So Im picking up a 9 today | |
| And spittin' aint getting me deals | |
| But this shits just getting real | |
| There are lots of signs in life | |
| Some that you may not like | |
| You could be livin this minute | |
| The next minute you' re gone away | |
| So hold up your hands my brothers | |
| And be conscious my sisters | |
| And by your words, you will get paid | |
| There are lots of sugns in life | |
| Some that you may not like | |
| You could be living this minute | |
| And next minute your gone away | |
| So hold up your hands my brothers | |
| And be conscious my sisters | |
| And by words, you will get paid |
| There are lots of signs in life | |
| Some that you may not like | |
| You could be livin this minute | |
| And next minute you' re gone away | |
| So hold up your hands my brothers | |
| And be conscious my sisters | |
| And by your words, you will get paid | |
| True, you can move food on the street | |
| Did a bitta that, got bored of that | |
| Didn' t move the brown or the crack | |
| Use to pick up for the fact | |
| I could make more back by breaking down to scores n that | |
| Stack to buy out the stores n that | |
| Didn' t give a shit about laws of that | |
| But I did give a shit about getting locked up | |
| Or get boxed up, sentenced you' ll get about 4 for that | |
| Crap, you aint so rich now | |
| I bet you feel like a prick now | |
| Coz where' s all your fancy shit now | |
| Where' s your whips, chicks and your bits now | |
| Shit, you should have fixed up | |
| Fuck drugs, the mic you should have picked up | |
| And it was all for the big bucks | |
| Now you' re sitting in a cell doing sit ups | |
| Look I told you this shit' s fucked | |
| The ghetto lifestyle' s too much | |
| If I bust, be proud of me | |
| You can' t take it out of me | |
| So im a bit stuck | |
| But, I got too much to lose now | |
| Love my life, and | |
| I don' t wanna lose out | |
| Im still about, | |
| Im home sweet home | |
| In the ends, like | |
| I don' t wanna move out | |
| Im too bad | |
| There are lots of signs in life | |
| Some that you may not like | |
| You could be livin this minute | |
| And next minute you' re gone away | |
| So hold up your hands my brothers | |
| And be conscious my sisters | |
| And by your words, you will get paid | |
| Look, you can do moves on the street | |
| Id rather spit bars on the beat | |
| Id rather that than nick cars every week | |
| But jack is when | |
| I split scars with the heat | |
| So Im solo like the guitars and the beat | |
| But this rhyming shit is for me | |
| I live this, drink this, eat this, shit this | |
| And I' ve even writ bars in my sleep | |
| But I aint on hype, | |
| I' ve had enough phase | |
| Ghetto' s probably inside, hope he bust | |
| K' s That undergrounds like roll this, a tough race | |
| You can be living this minute, then gone again like mum you was right | |
| And I was wrong again | |
| But Im strong again | |
| Still moved on again | |
| Ten more minutes and | |
| I writ another song again | |
| If I can do it, you can im a true fan | |
| Up and coming | |
| MC' s big up you man | |
| The doors open but | |
| I aint through man | |
| Im' a ball through like a cue dan | |
| Watch me, aint gonna let noone stop me | |
| UK im gonna break you properly | |
| And If you aint gonna watch me do that, move back | |
| Who' s that? | |
| KA I knew that | |
| And I know its not easy, and | |
| I know what you' re feeling | |
| Just believe me | |
| There are lots of signs in life | |
| Some that you may not like | |
| You could be livin this minute | |
| And next minute you' re gone away | |
| So hold up your hands my brothers | |
| And be conscious my sisters | |
| And by your words, you will get paid | |
| There are lots of signs in life | |
| Some that you may not like | |
| You could be living this minute | |
| And next minute you' re gone away | |
| I fear my safety, | |
| I fear im bait, but | |
| I cant put my skills to waste | |
| Because if you' re living by the gun you surely will get blazed | |
| I still don' blaze, refuse to smoke my life away | |
| Refuse to die before | |
| I try then put the mic away | |
| This life of | |
| K, is just one big hype for praise | |
| Right, night, record then start to write okay | |
| But Im just saying, back on hype of | |
| Kane But only | |
| Im to blame | |
| Today I saw the signs that came, and it' s not a good look | |
| But that' s life they say, crime pays | |
| And Ill stop crime whenever this grime decides to pay | |
| But grime aint making me mill' s | |
| So Im picking up a 9 today | |
| And spittin' aint getting me deals | |
| But this shits just getting real | |
| There are lots of signs in life | |
| Some that you may not like | |
| You could be livin this minute | |
| The next minute you' re gone away | |
| So hold up your hands my brothers | |
| And be conscious my sisters | |
| And by your words, you will get paid | |
| There are lots of sugns in life | |
| Some that you may not like | |
| You could be living this minute | |
| And next minute your gone away | |
| So hold up your hands my brothers | |
| And be conscious my sisters | |
| And by words, you will get paid |
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