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lirik lagu in your face – 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)

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’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)

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

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