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 |