Report Lyric Error | Azlyricdb.com: Your Song Lyrics Database

Song title: Kool Keith - In Your Face

Edit By: 216.73.217.128

[kool keith]
Ill get my manager crazy as hell, hell pull steel
Show these sheisty people, the sawed off, the pump is real
Then smack niggaz when they dont feel keiths 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
Dont step to me with shit the candle wax is gettin lit
Im solo now, and still money I have to fuckin split
Business aint 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 its time that you work this
Suck my ass, we pass on acts if you think they good
Niggaz aint 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 aint tryin to hear it
Even if Im 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
Dont try to hide behind that fuckin mask now
Throw the pistols away, and hide the shit in the grass now

Chorus

[kool keith]
Im 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 kids mind
With child support, I drag your coffins in the court
We even steven, fuck that, my time and rent is short
Ive been writin songs, Im calm, Im a good sport
One year has gone by, with tecs jam up in your eye
Im on some clever shit, fuck it man, go head lie
I wake up six oclock with triggers cocked every morning
Im no joke, youre bound to smell the fragrant gunsmoke
Ill 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
Lets get some fuckin hit records goin right now
East coast to west coast, I dont give a fuck
His shit is wack, their shit is wack
That shit is wack over there
Aint nuttin fuckin movin
Get some fuckin bullets on the fuckin charts
Fuck that, lets do this (yall aint ready)