In Your Face lyrics

Artist  : Kool Keith 
Song : In Your Face



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[Kool Keith]
I'll get my manager crazy as hell
he'll pull steel
Show these sheisty people the
sawed off the pump is real
Then smack niggaz
when they don't feel Keith's right
direction
Put niggaz in fear the bullets in
they head section
Pick up drug dollars leave
rings around niggaz collars
Front me cash you
catch them bodies put em in a stash
Never
laugh at you explain plans what to do
Machine
guns on tour, pajama for your soft crew
Don't
step to me with shit the candle wax is gettin
lit
I'm solo now, and still money I have to
fuckin split
Business ain't straight in
glamour world, fuckin hellgate
All these
things I been through, your skull deserves a
metal plates
Not the platinum plaque, just gun
staples in your back
Hung from a tree with
rusty nails in your rectum crack

Chorus:
Kool Keith (repeat 3X)

I get personal
direct straight, I bring it forward
Where? ..
IN YOUR FACE! (In yo' face)

[Kool
Keith]
For everybody a problem manager
30%
get my photo session ready, songs to the fuckin
president
I been spendin my ASCAP, waitin out
there brain-walkin
up with hit records on
feet, in the fuckin rain
Through
merry-go-rounds, past politic circus
Then
shift flop first, and now it's time that you work
this
Suck my ass, we pass on acts if you think
they good
Niggaz ain't platinum, they album
still, went barely wood
I bring your ? down,
samples now you have to clear it
Niggaz talkin
shit like lyric records, I ain't tryin to hear
it
Even if I'm deaf no mouth, one fuckin ear
left
You think they worth investments, hold
your fuckin breath
You might as well bite
Kane, Rakim, study G. Rap
I got some new shit,
mental secrets for yo' asscrack
Let me get
real, before that ass breach that contract
I
got witnesses watchin, statements over
budget
Don't try to hide behind that fuckin
mask now
Throw the pistols away, and hide the
shit in the grass now

Chorus

[Kool
Keith]
I'm sittin quiet with tons of threats,
and Baskin-Rob'
Extortion is over, I cock
back, you lose your fuckin job
Two years of my
time is precious in my kid's mind
With child
support, I drag your coffins in the court
We
even Steven, fuck that, my time and rent is
short
I've been writin songs, I'm calm, I'm a
good sport
One year has gone by, with tecs jam
up in your eye
I'm on some clever shit, fuck it
man, go 'head lie
I wake up six o'clock with
triggers cocked every morning
I'm no joke,
you're bound to smell the fragrant
gunsmoke
I'll be scrubbin halls, wipin blood
off the office walls

Chorus: Kool Keith
(repeat 4X)

I get personal direct
straight, I bring it forward
Where? .. IN YOUR
FACE! (In yo' face)

[Kool Keith]
Yeah,
yeah
Let's get some fuckin hit records goin
right now
East coast to West coast, I don't
give a fuck
His shit is wack, their shit is
wack
That shit is wack over there
Ain't
nuttin fuckin movin
Get some fuckin bullets on
the fuckin charts
Fuck that, let's do this
(y'all ain't ready)