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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 worst, 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 loads 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 SongtexteThe 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 ... The next minute you're gone away So hold up your hands my brothers And be conscious my sisters And by your worst, 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 ... The next minute you're gone away So hold up your hands my brothers And be conscious my sisters And by your worst, you will get paid 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 gon' 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 got 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 worst, you will get paid (Thanks to Robbie for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania