Kool Keith - In Your Face Lyrics
[kool keith]Ill get my manager crazy as hell, hell pull steelShow these sheisty people, the sawed off, the pump is realThen smack niggaz when they dont feel keiths right directionPut niggaz in fear, the bullets in they head sectionPick up drug dollars, leave rings around niggaz collarsFront me cash, you catch them bodies, put em in a stashNever laugh at you, explain plans, what to doMachine guns on tour, pajama for your soft crewDont step to me with shit the candle wax is gettin litIm solo now, and still money I have to *****in splitBusiness aint straight in glamour world, *****in hellgateAll these things I been through, your skull deserves a metal platesNot the platinum plaque, just gun staples in your backHung from a tree with rusty nails in your rectum crackChorus: kool keith (repeat 3x)I get personal direct straight, I bring it forwardWhere? .. in your face! (in yo face)[kool keith]For everybody a problem manager30% get my photo session ready, songs to the *****in presidentI been spendin my ascap, waitin out there brain-walkinUp with hit records on feet, in the *****in rainThrough merry-go-rounds, past politic circusThen shift flop first, and now its time that you work thisSuck my ass, we pass on acts if you think they goodNiggaz aint platinum, they album still, went barely woodI bring your ? down, samples now you have to clear itNiggaz talkin shit like lyric records, I aint tryin to hear itEven if Im deaf no mouth, one *****in ear leftYou think they worth investments, hold your *****in breathYou might as well bite kane, rakim, study g. rapI got some new shit, mental secrets for yo asscrackLet me get real, before that ass breach that contractI got witnesses watchin, statements over budgetDont try to hide behind that *****in mask nowThrow the pistols away, and hide the shit in the grass nowChorus[kool keith]Im sittin quiet with tons of threats, and baskin-robExtortion is over, I ***** back, you lose your *****in jobTwo years of my time is precious in my kids mindWith child support, I drag your coffins in the courtWe even steven, ***** that, my time and rent is shortIve been writin songs, Im calm, Im a good sportOne year has gone by, with tecs jam up in your eyeIm on some clever shit, ***** it man, go head lieI wake up six oclock with triggers *****ed every morningIm no joke, youre bound to smell the fragrant gunsmokeIll be scrubbin halls, wipin blood off the office wallsChorus: kool keith (repeat 4x)I get personal direct straight, I bring it forwardWhere? .. in your face! (in yo face)[kool keith]Yeah, yeahLets get some *****in hit records goin right nowEast coast to west coast, I dont give a *****His shit is wack, their shit is wackThat shit is wack over thereAint nuttin *****in movinGet some *****in bullets on the *****in charts***** that, lets do this (yall aint ready)
