in your face lyrics – kool keith

i’ll get my manager crazy as h*ll, he’ll pull steel
show these sheisty people, the sawed off, the pump is real
then smack n*gg*z when they don’t feel keith’s right direction
put n*gg*z in fear, the bullets in they head section

pick up drug dollars, leave rings around n*gg*z 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 sh*t the candle wax is gettin’ lit
i’m solo now, and still money i have to f*ckin’ split
business ain’t straight in glamour world, f*ckin’ h*ll gate
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 r*ct*m crack

i get personal direct straight, i bring it forward
(where?)
in your face
(in yo’ face)

i get personal direct straight, i bring it forward
(where?)
in your face
(in yo’ face)

i get personal direct straight, i bring it forward
(where?)
in your face
(in yo’ face)

for everybody a problem manager
30% get my photo session ready, songs to the f*ckin’ president
i been spendin’ my ascap, waitin’ out there brain-walkin’
up with hit records on feet, in the f*ckin’ rain

through merry-go-rounds, past politic circus
then shift flop first, and now it’s time that you work this
suck my *ss, we p*ss on acts if you think they good
n*gg*z ain’t platinum, they alb*m still, went barely wood

i bring your [incomprehensible] down, samples now you have to clear it
n*gg*z talkin’ sh*t like lyric records, i ain’t tryin’ to hear it
even if i’m deaf no mouth, one f*ckin’ ear left
you think they worth investments, hold your f*ckin’ breath

you might as well bite kane, rakim, study g. rap
i got some new sh*t, mental secrets for yo’ *ss crack
let me get real, before that *ss breach that contract
i got witnesses watchin’, statements over budget

don’t try to hide behind that f*ckin’ mask now
throw the pistols away, and hide the sh*t in the gr*ss now

i get personal direct straight, i bring it forward
(where?)
in your face
(in yo’ face)

i get personal direct straight, i bring it forward
(where?)
in your face
(in yo’ face)

i get personal direct straight, i bring it forward
(where?)
in your face
(in yo’ face)

i’m sittin’ quiet with tons of threats, and baskin-rob
extortion is over, i c*ck back, you lose your f*ckin’ 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, f*ck 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 techs jam up in your eye
i’m on some clever sh*t, f*ck it man, go ‘head lie

i wake up six o’clock with triggers c*cked every morning
i’m no joke, you’re bound to smell the fragrant gun smoke
i’ll be scrubbin’ halls, wipin’ blood off the office walls

i get personal direct straight, i bring it forward
(where?)
in your face
(in yo’ face)

i get personal direct straight, i bring it forward
(where?)
in your face
(in yo’ face)

i get personal direct straight, i bring it forward
(where?)
in your face
(in yo’ face)

i get personal direct straight, i bring it forward
(where?)
in your face
(in yo’ face)

yeah, yeah, let’s get some f*ckin’ hit records goin’ right now
east coast to west coast, i don’t give a f*ck
his sh*t is wack, their sh*t is wack
that sh*t is wack over there, ain’t nuttin’ f*ckin’ movin’
get some f*ckin’ bullets on the f*ckin charts
f*ck that, let’s do this
(y’all ain’t ready)

/ kool keith lyrics