TR Love - In Your Face lyrics

[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 n***as when they don't feel Keith's right direction Put n***as in fear, the bullets in they head section Pick up drug dollars, leave rings around n***as 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** the candle wax is gettin lit I'm solo now, and still money I have to f**in split Business ain't straight in glamour world, f**in hellgate All these things I been through, your skull deserves a metal plate 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 f**in president I been spendin my ASCAP, waitin all that brain-walkin Up with hit records on feet, in the f**in rain Through merry-go-rounds, past politic circus This sh** flop first, and now it's time that you work this s** my a**, we pa** on acts if you think they good n***as ain't platinum, they album still, went barely wood I bring your spirits down, samples now you have to clear it n***as talkin sh** like lyric records, I ain't tryin to hear it Even if I'm deaf no mouth, one f**in ear left You think they worth investments, hold your f**in breath You might as well bite Kane, Rakim, study G. Rap I got some new sh**, mental secrets for yo' a**crack Let me get real, before that a** breach that contract I got witnesses watchin, statements over budget Don't try to hide behind that f**in mask now Throw the pistols away, and hide the sh** in the gra** now Chorus [Kool Keith] I'm sittin quiet with tons of threats, and Baskin-Rob' Extortion is over, I co*k back, you lose your f**in 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** 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 sh**, f** it man, go 'head lie I wake up six o'clock with triggers co*ked 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 f**in hit records goin right now East coast to West coast, I don't give a f** His sh** is wack, their sh** is wack That sh** is wack over there Ain't nuttin f**in movin Get some f**in bullets on the f**in charts f** that, let's do this (y'all ain't ready)